"Tenderness I ask your pardon for loving you suddenly Although my love is an old song in your ears Of hours spent in the shadow of your gestures Drinking in the scent of your mouth smiles The nights that I lived cherishing By the grace unspeakable of your footsteps forever fleeing I bring the sweetness who accept wistfully. And I can tell you that the great affection that let you It brings the tears of exasperation nor the fascination of the promises Neither the mysterious words the veils of the soul ... It is a quiet, an anointing, an overflow of fondling And I only ask that you rested quietly, very quiet And let your hands warm at night find without fatality the static look of dawn."

"O destino dos homens é a liberdade."

"A areia dotempo escorre de entre meus dedos. Ai que medo de amar!"