To be created, to beget oneself, to transform
love into flesh and flesh into love; to be born,
to breathe, and cry, and doze.
To nourish oneself to be able to cry
To be able to nourish oneself. And, one day,
to wake up to see the light, the world and hear
and begin to love and then smile and
then smile to be able to cry.
And grow, and know, and be, and have,
and lose, and suffer, and dread
to be and love, and feel oneself cursed
And forget everything when seeing a new love
and live that love until one dies
and go to conjugate the verb in the infinite…
Marcus Vinicius da Cruz e Mello Moraes