«Who am I? What am I? Just a dreamer / Looking for a ring of happiness in the dark, / Living this life as if by happenstance, / Just like others on earth. And I’m only kissing you out of habit, / Because I’ve kissed many, / And speaking words of love / As though I’m lighting matche...»
«Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. / My dear, you’re in my chest. / This preordained parting / promises a reunion ahead. Goodbye, my friend, without a hand, without a word. / Don’t be sad and don’t furrow your brow. / In this life, dying isn’t news, / Though living, of course, isn’t»
«Demoliram a casa da frente. / Os inquilinos partiram contentes. Levando consigo sofás, panelas, flores, / Espelhos tortos e gatos. Lá do caminhão, o velho olhou para a casa / E sentiu que o tempo o prendia, Tudo ficou assim para sempre. / Então surgiu o descontentamento, Um pó seco ...»
«The sleepy garden scatters beetles / Like bronze cinders from braziers. / Level with me and with my candle / There hangs a flowering universe. As if into a new religion / I cross the threshold of this night, / Where the grey decaying poplar / Has veiled the moon's bright edge from sight...»