Delusions provincial (in sonnet)
The provincial life makes me tense
Tense tacituramente watching.
The damp murmur of the night.
Starved for something pure
A halo of tiny unsullied
I am nothing of the tiny
I think soon be Kant, Voltaire even Caravaggio.
But I can never be an accomplished writer like Mario.
I am the contradiction of myself, the sound of jazz despair.
I went to Venice did not find purity
I went to see the plateau Dilma not find the rhyme
Even went to Rajasthan, but found no trace of the mensalão
I went to House of Lygia and found the three girls in an endless maelstrom
Clarice went to Brazil and found the old folly
Brazil visited the cult of the squid and saw the madness
After visiting the Tupi tribe saw what I saw
Now only chanson de Carla Bruni makes me laugh.(Benjamim cainã)
The provincial life makes me tense
Tense tacituramente watching.
The damp murmur of the night.
Starved for something pure
A halo of tiny unsullied
I am nothing of the tiny
I think soon be Kant, Voltaire even Caravaggio.
But I can never be an accomplished writer like Mario.
I am the contradiction of myself, the sound of jazz despair.
I went to Venice did not find purity
I went to see the plateau Dilma not find the rhyme
Even went to Rajasthan, but found no trace of the mensalão
I went to House of Lygia and found the three girls in an endless maelstrom
Clarice went to Brazil and found the old folly
Brazil visited the cult of the squid and saw the madness
After visiting the Tupi tribe saw what I saw
Now only chanson de Carla Bruni makes me laugh.(Benjamim cainã)
Comentários
Postar um comentário