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Day 3,393, 14:47 • Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom • by Aecio Neves45

My first subject, in News Neves in the UK

Simple Poem,

The World Machine

(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)

And as I inhaled vaguely
A mine road, stony,
And in the late afternoon a hoarse bell

Blended to the sound of my shoes
Which was slow and dry; And birds hovering
In the sky of lead, and its black forms

Slowly if they were diluting
In the greater darkness, coming from the hills
And of my own self-deception,

The world's machine half opened
For those who broke it already dodged
And only to have thought of it if it was not.

It opened majestically and circumspectly,
Without emitting a sound that was impure
Nor a glare greater than the tolerable

By pupils spent on inspection
Continuous and painful desert,
And by the exhausted mind of mind

An entire reality that transcends
The very image of it
In the face of mystery, in the depths.

It opened in pure calm, and inviting
How many senses and intuitions remained
To those who have used them already lost

And would not wish to recover them,
If in vain and for ever we repeat
The same without script sad périplos,

Inviting them all, in a cohort,
To apply on the unpublished pasture
Of the mythical nature of things


Because I came to the UK Because I wanted to come because I am a person who I fight for the good of the country I do not fight to benefit me mourning so that the people fear a dignified and honored life

Anthem of the United Kingdom


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