Me ilho
Em seus olhos
Que seriam azuis
Mas sereiam cinzas

Só céus em mares

Flutuo pelas bordas
De mini icebergs
De mim
 No meu silencio reticente,
conspiram sons consoantes
nao me conto nao te rimo.

Conjugo vírgulas,
encandeio pontos
e
tranco as palavras
entre:
nada
e nada

faco breu
num disperso
         infinitivo
          bege
nada
all the poems gone
let
letter
by
letter
drop

letter by letter
let
drop

one by one
ever
y letter
g
  o
    n
      e

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!