Friday, December 16, 2005

He had a terrible cold

I Have a Terrible Cold

I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
And make even metaphysics sneeze.
I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose.

My head is aching vaguely.
Sad condition for a minor poet!
Today I am really and truly a minor poet.
What I was in old days was a wish; it's gone.

Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.

Excusez un peu ... What a terrible cold! ... it's
I need truth and aspirin.


'Selected Poems' translated from Alvaro de Campos by J.Griffin.


Tom Jobim: «Vinicius era múltiplo. Senão ele seria Vinicio de Moral, e ele não era, ele era o Vinicius de Moraes».