Love is what we learn on the brink, after we've archived all our inherited and acquired science. Love begins late. - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Eu não vi o mar.
Não sei se o mar é bonito.
Não sei se ele é bravo.
O mar não me importa. Eu vi a lagoa.
A lagoa, sim.
A lagoa é grande
e calma também. Na chuva de cores
da tarde que explode,
a lagoa brilha.
A lagoa se pinta
de todas as cores.
Eu não vi o mar.
Eu vi a lagoa...

I have just two hands
and the feeling of the world,
but I'm teeming with slaves,
my memories are streaming
and my body yields
at the crossroads of love.

When I was born, one of those twisted
angels who live in the shadows said:
"Carlos, get ready to be a misfit in life!"
(...)
My God, why have you forsaken me
if you knew that I wasn't God,
if you knew that I was weak.
World so large, world so wide,
if my name were Clyde,
it would be a rhyme but not an answer.
World so wide, world so large,
my heart's even larger.
I shouldn't tell you,
but this moon
but this brandy
make me sentimental as hell.