Parolagem da Vida

how life changes.
how life is mute.
how life is naked.
how life is nothing.
how life is all.
all that is lost
even without being earned
how life is sign
of another life
that ages before
breaches again.
How life is other
Always other, other
That ain’t lived.
How life is life
Even when it dies
Sculpitured in life.
How life is powerfull
In its hancuffs.
How life hurts
When strips the vest
Of celest silver.
How life is this
Blended with that.
How life is beautiful
Being a panter
With a broken claw.
How life is mad
Stupid death
And still calls
To burn in flames.
How life cries
Of knowing that is life
And never never never
takes serius the man,
this werewolf.
How life laughs
Every morning
Of its own absurd
And in each moment
Offers again to all
A weird gift.
How life jokes
With peace and war
Colonizing the ground
Of laws and ghosts.
How life touches
Its worn-out barrel organ
Creating a Valse
A pure Vivaldi.
How life is worth
More than the own life
Always reborned
In flower and in aint
In rolled pebble
desolated chest
lover’s heart.
And how saves itself
At only one word
Written in the blood
From the birth:
Love, ‘vidamor’!

by Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Original, In Portuguese: [link]