ESPAÑOL PORTUGUÊS REGINA VON ARX

LOVE

Love is a seedling that grows 
And roots in our hearts.
Love is a gift from God, 
Fruit of the destination, 
But that also
Escapes from our control.
Love is the flower of happiness, 
That opens, 
Dandyish as a dark mulatto.
It's the fire leaving the torch.
It's the animal that enters 
The deepest lair of the heart.



SENSIBILITY

Street urchin,
Naked! 
Scared assassin
Without pardon. 
An object,
Analyzed by the eyes of the multitude. 
Street urchin
Without bread! 
Result of a forgotten, rotten
And corrupted tree. 
Innocent son, and delinquent. 
No past, nor present.
Not even teeth in his mouth, 
To chew the bread 
Kneaded by the devil.



DENUNCIATION 

I am the composite picture of the hunger 
That steps on the ground
Of this Brazil that gave me birth.
I am the face of the citizenship 
The example of the human rights 
That have badly covered my body with cloths. 
I am the vestige of the not signed projects 
The assassin, already condemned by many. 
I am the mirror of renounces 
Guilty for what I never did,
I am the smell of denunciation 
And of the misery that dominates the Country.



MIRRORS 

Ipanema! 
My dear one, 
Sheltering sensual bodies; 
On its sidewalks, the intellectuals. 
Its streets dancing and singing Vinícius de Moraes. 
Ipanema! 
Your beauty is peculiar, 
It's impossible not to love you. 
Golden Ipanema! 
When the sun sets 
And the moon decorates dawn, 
Entering the endless night, 
We all sing the songs of Jobim.

Translated by Silvia Aust

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