Me ilho
Em seus olhos
Que seriam azuis
Mas sereiam cinzas
Só céus em mares
Flutuo pelas bordas
De mini icebergs
De mim
A Vladmir Mayakowsky com carinho
Volodya, volodya,
a cloud in your trousers
i could have been
in nineteen fifteen.
At the top of your beauty
twenty-two
more delirious than malaria
you would break me into
But perhaps
your toothless smile
would take me a while
Eight, nine, ten
and then your
eternally yours!
a cloud in your trousers
i could have been
in nineteen fifteen.
At the top of your beauty
twenty-two
more delirious than malaria
you would break me into
But perhaps
your toothless smile
would take me a while
Eight, nine, ten
and then your
eternally yours!
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