25 phrases by Manuel Bandeira to learn more about the poet

Do not deepen your boredom, do not give in to vain grief.

What does the landscape, the glory, the bay, the horizon matter? What I see is the alley.

I love myself because if I don’t love myself who will love me?

Existence is an adventure, so inconsequential.

My soul suffers and dreams and enjoys.

Inspiration nothing. You need to have inspiration to cross the street, otherwise you’ll be run over.

Listen, I don’t want to tell you my desire, I just want to tell you my tenderness.

It is touching and alive, and it made me now reflect that only what has already suffered is truly alive.

Twice one dies: first in the flesh, then in the name. Names, though tougher than flesh, surrender to the destructive power of time, like tombstones.

I want the delight of being able to feel the simplest things!

If all life were pain, death would be the highest good. Desired liberator, the soul would say, anxiously: – “Come!”… And life falls weaving bonds almost impossible to break: Everything we love are living pieces of our own being. Life affects us, it holds us.

Only pain ennobles and is great and is pure. Learn to love her and you will love her one day. Then she will be your joy, and she alone will be your happiness…

Tenderness is that mild affection, which in love leads us to give more than to receive.

I’m leaving for Pasargada. There I am a friend of the king. There I have the woman I want, in the bed I will choose. I’m leaving for Pasargada.

I like delicacy. Whether in gestures, in words, in actions, in the way of looking, in everyday life and even in what is not said with words, but remains in the air.

Let your body get along with another body. Because bodies understand each other, but souls don’t.

The day comes, and day into. I still have the secret of the big one of the night.

My guinea pig was my first girlfriend.

It has more presence in me, which I lack.

Whether free or regular, they always open their songs like a quintanares flower.

The wind would sweep the leaves, the wind would sweep the fruits, the wind would sweep the flowers. And my life became more and more full of fruits, flowers, leaves. The wind swept the lights, the wind swept the songs.

A lifetime that could have been and wasn’t.

What you call your passion is just curiosity. And your fervent desires are flapping their wings in unreality.

If you want to feel the happiness of loving, forget your soul. The soul is what ruins love.

Friendship is like flowers, we can’t stop watering them, but we can’t water them too much either.