MOTIVE (writen by Cecília Meireles-who I had the grace of being a dear friend for 4 years, before she went to Paradise of Poets and which I translated to English). She taught me that more important than write poems, is to live poetically, dear girl) she was Indeed very modest....

I sing because the moment exists
And my life is complete.
I am not gay, I am not sad:
I am a poet.

Brother of fugitive things,
I feel no delight or torment.
I cross nights and days
In the wind.

Whether I destroy or build,
Whether I persist or disperse,
— I don´t know, I don´t know.
I don´t know if I stay or go.

I know that I sing.
The song is everything.
The rhythmic wing has eternal blood,
And I know that one day I shall be dumb:
— Nothing more.