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Adiamento _ Álvaro de Campos
Postponement
After tomorrow, yes, only after tomorrow . . .
I'll take tomorrow to think about after tomorrow,
And that way it shall be possible; but today no . . .
No, today nothing; today I cannot.
The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity,
The sleep of my real life, intercalary,
The anticipated and infinite exhaustion,
An exhaustion of worlds to take an electric . . .
This species of soul . . .
Only after tomorrow . . .
Today I want to prepare myself,
I want to prepare myself to think tomorrow about the following day . . .
That is the one that is decisive.
I already have the plan traced out; but no, today I don't trace out plans . . .
Tomorrow is the day of plans.
Tomorrow I'll sit myself down at the work desk to conquer the world;
But I'll only conquer the world after tomorrow . . .
I have the urge to cry,
I have the urge to cry all of a sudden, from within . . .
No, they don't want to know anything else, it's secret, I don't tell.
Only after tomorrow . . .
When I was a child the Sunday circus filled me with joy all the week.
Today only the Sunday circus of all the week of my childhood fills me with joy . . .
After tomorrow I'll be somebody else,
My life shall be victorious,
All my real qualities of intelligent, reader, and pragmatist
Will be summoned for a notice . . .
But for a notice of tomorrow . . .
Today I want to sleep, I'll rewrite tomorrow . . .
For today what is the spectacle that'll repeat my childhood?
Just so that I can buy the tickets tomorrow,
Cause after tomorrow is when the spectacle is good . . .
Before, no . . .
After tomorrow I'll have the public pose that tomorrow I'll study.
After tomorrow I'll finally be what today I cannot be.
Only after tomorrow . . .
I'm drowsy like the coldness of a stray dog.
I'm very drowsy.
Tomorrow I'll tell you the words, or after tomorrow . . .
Yes, perhaps only after tomorrow . . .
The future . . .
Yes, the future . . .
Adiamento _ Álvaro de Campos
Postponement
After tomorrow, yes, only after tomorrow . . .
I'll take tomorrow to think about after tomorrow,
And that way it shall be possible; but today no . . .
No, today nothing; today I cannot.
The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity,
The sleep of my real life, intercalary,
The anticipated and infinite exhaustion,
An exhaustion of worlds to take an electric . . .
This species of soul . . .
Only after tomorrow . . .
Today I want to prepare myself,
I want to prepare myself to think tomorrow about the following day . . .
That is the one that is decisive.
I already have the plan traced out; but no, today I don't trace out plans . . .
Tomorrow is the day of plans.
Tomorrow I'll sit myself down at the work desk to conquer the world;
But I'll only conquer the world after tomorrow . . .
I have the urge to cry,
I have the urge to cry all of a sudden, from within . . .
No, they don't want to know anything else, it's secret, I don't tell.
Only after tomorrow . . .
When I was a child the Sunday circus filled me with joy all the week.
Today only the Sunday circus of all the week of my childhood fills me with joy . . .
After tomorrow I'll be somebody else,
My life shall be victorious,
All my real qualities of intelligent, reader, and pragmatist
Will be summoned for a notice . . .
But for a notice of tomorrow . . .
Today I want to sleep, I'll rewrite tomorrow . . .
For today what is the spectacle that'll repeat my childhood?
Just so that I can buy the tickets tomorrow,
Cause after tomorrow is when the spectacle is good . . .
Before, no . . .
After tomorrow I'll have the public pose that tomorrow I'll study.
After tomorrow I'll finally be what today I cannot be.
Only after tomorrow . . .
I'm drowsy like the coldness of a stray dog.
I'm very drowsy.
Tomorrow I'll tell you the words, or after tomorrow . . .
Yes, perhaps only after tomorrow . . .
The future . . .
Yes, the future . . .