Ao poeta perguntei [English translation]

I asked the poet

How do the verses appear so

He just said to me, here I don't know

There are things that happen to me

I know that in the verses I wrote

Very diverse causes are present

And I also know that, being happy

I would not know how to write the verses

Oh! my friend

Do not think that poetry

Is just handwriting in perfect alignment

The rhymes are, like the heart

Each beat, reminds us of the suffering

And in my verses, it is not possible to be measured

But there are always the things of real life

I made the verses as the day is made

THe light of the sun is always at the birth

I made the verses because I made them

WIthout remembering me making them

As the expression and the ways

That to sing, it is necessary to give voice

All the verses come out as they were made

Playfully from within us.

Oh! my friend

Do not think that poetry

Is just the handwriting in perfect alignment

The rhymes are, like the heart

Each beat, reminds us of the suffering

And in my verses, it is not possible to be measured

But there are always the things of real life

So friend by now poetry

Is not just calligraphy, but matters of sentiment.