once about Vinicius de Moraes, he spoke Carlos Drummond de Andrade: "Vinícius is the only Brazilian poet who dared to live under the sign of passion. I mean, from poetry in its natural state". And the writer, who is considered the greatest poet of Brazilian literature in the 20th century, went even further by declaring the following sentence: “I wish I had been Vinícius de Moraes”.
Vinícius is certainly the most beloved among poets in Brazilian literature, the one who came closest to popular taste. His poems and songs (he was one of the most important composers of Brazilian Popular Music) populate the collective imagination, disseminating all the passion contained in each verse — whether free or in the form of a sonnet, a type of recurrent composition in his poetic. The poet died in 1980, at the age of 66, and even after more than thirty years of his departure, he is still alive, immortalized by a work that, although not unanimous among literary critics, definitely touched the hearts of Brazilians.
So that you can learn a little more about the poet and his work, Brasil Escola presents five love poems from Vinicius de Moraes. They are consecrated poems, from those who have visited love letters for at least half a century and will continue to visit passionate declarations for a long time until another poet speaks of love with as much feeling as he did Vinicius. Good reading!
“To love is to want to be close, if far away; and closer, closer.” Love has always been a recurring theme in the work of Vinícius de Moraes
Loyalty Sonnet
From everything to my love I will be attentive
Before, and with such zeal, and always, and so much
That even in the face of the greatest charm
Of him my thoughts become more enchanted.
I want to live it in every moment
And in your praise I will spread my song
And laugh my laugh and shed my tears
Your grief or your contentment
And so, when you come to me later
Who knows the death, anguish of those who live
Who knows loneliness, end of those who love
I can tell myself about the love (that I had):
That it is not immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.
Total Love Sonnet
I love you so much my love… don't sing
The human heart with more truth...
I love you as a friend and as a lover
in an ever-diverse reality
I love you in love, with a calm and helpful love,
And I love you beyond, present in the nostalgia.
I love you, finally, with great freedom
Within eternity and every moment.
I just love you like an animal,
Of a love without mystery and without virtue
With a massive and permanent desire.
And to love you so much and often,
It's just that one day in your body suddenly
I will die to love more than I could.
“Those who do not leave within themselves will die without loving anyone”. Excerpt from the song “Berimbau” *
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Absence
I will let the desire to love your sweet eyes die in me.
Because I will be able to give you nothing but the pain of seeing me eternally exhausted.
However your presence is something like light and life
And I feel that in my gesture there is your gesture and in my voice your voice.
I don't want to have you because in my being everything would be over.
I just want you to come to me like faith in the desperate
So that I can carry a drop of dew on this cursed land.
That stayed on my flesh like a stain from the past.
I will leave... you will go and lay your face on another face.
Your fingers will entwine other fingers and you will blossom into the dawn.
But you won't know that I was the one who picked you up, because I was the great intimate of the night.
Because I laid my face against the face of the night and listened to your loving speech.
Because my fingers entwined the fingers of mist suspended in space.
And I brought to me the mysterious essence of your disorderly abandonment.
I will be just like the sailboats in the silent points.
But I will possess you like no one else because I can leave.
And all the lamentations of the sea, the wind, the sky, the birds, the stars.
They will be your present voice, your absent voice, your serene voice.
ABSENT
friend infinitely friend
Somewhere your heart beats for me
Somewhere your eyes close at the thought of mine.
Somewhere your hands clench, your breasts
Filled with milk, you faint and walk
As if blind to me...
friend, last sweetness
The tranquility smoothed my skin
And my hair. only my belly
It awaits you, full of roots and shadows.
come friend
my nudity is absolute
My eyes are mirrors for your desire
And my chest is a board of torments
Comes. My muscles are sweet for your teeth
And rough is my beard. come dive in me
Like at sea, come swim in me like at sea
Come drown in me, my friend
In me as in the sea...
“To be happy is to live dead of passion.” Excerpt from the lyrics of the song “As cores de Abril”
Tenderness
I apologize for loving you suddenly
Though my love is an old song in your ears
From the hours I spent in the shadow of your gestures
Drinking in your mouth the perfume of smiles
The nights I lived cherished
By the unspeakable grace of your footsteps forever fleeing
I bring the sweetness of those who accept melancholy.
And I can tell you that the great affection I leave you
It doesn't bring the exasperation of tears or the fascination of promises
Nor the mysterious words of the veils of the soul...
It's a quiet, an anointing, an overflow of caresses
And it just asks you to lie still, very quiet
And let the warm hands of the night meet the gaze without fatality
[ecstatic at the dawn.
*The image that illustrates the core of the article is the cover of the book My life with the poet, author Gessy Gesse, Solisluna Publisher.
By Luana Castro
Graduated in Letters
