50 phrases by Carlos Drummond de Andrade that will poetize your life

What can a creature but, among creatures, love? Love and forget, love and malamar. Love, unlove, love?

In the middle of the way there was a stone, there was a stone in the middle of the way. There was a stone, in the middle of the way there was a stone.

The idea of perfection constitutes a human imperfection.

Love knocks on the door. Love knocks on the door. I went to open it and got a cold.

And always in mine always the same absence.

This wound, my dear, sometimes it never heals, sometimes it heals tomorrow.

My verse is my cachaça. Everyone has their cachaça.

There are many reasons to doubt and only one to believe.

Friendship is a way of isolating ourselves from humanity by cultivating some people.

Knocking on the wrong door often results in discovery.

My God, why have you forsaken me! If you knew I wasn’t God, if you knew I was weak.

I shouldn’t tell you, but this moon, this cognac makes you emotional as hell.

Even the color of regret fades with time.

It doesn’t matter how old age comes, what is old age? Your shoulders support the world and it weighs no more than a child’s hand.

And love is always in this tune: fight forgive fight forgive.

The wars, the famines, the arguments inside the buildings just prove that life goes on and not everyone has freed themselves yet.

Dying happens with what is brief and passes without a trace.

But the finished things, much more than beautiful, these will remain.

One of these days, I’ll take a little time and catch up on all the tears I haven’t had time to cry.

Carlos, calm down, love is what you are seeing: today you kiss, tomorrow you don’t kiss, the day after tomorrow is Sunday and Monday nobody knows what it will be.

Eternal is everything that lasts for a fraction of a second, but with such intensity that it petrifies and no force ever rescues it.

It is only a fighter who knows how to fight with himself.

Loneliness generates countless companions in ourselves.

Come on, don’t cry. Childhood is lost. Youth is lost. But life was not lost.

No one is equal to anyone. Every human being is a unique stranger.

Be happy for no reason is the most authentic form of happiness.

I have only two hands and the world’s feeling.

We also miss what didn’t exist, and it hurts a lot.

No, my heart is not bigger than the world. It’s much smaller. It doesn’t even fit my pains.

Love is learned by loving.

Those who love without love will not have the kingdom of heaven.

You shouldn’t curse life, we live, then forget about it.

Because I’m the size of what I feel, see and do, not the size people see me.

Time for this, time for that; there’s no time for anything.

I don’t regret it today. There is no shortage in absence. The absence is a being in me.

I don’t need ten commandments to live, just one is enough for me: not to interfere in the lives of others.

Why does God allow mothers to go away?

And there remains, lost in the air, why should it be better preserved, a particular sadness, stamping its seal on the clouds.

Freedom is defended with speeches and attacked with machine guns.

It is not enough to feel the arrival of beautiful days. It is necessary to proclaim: the days were beautiful!

The bank vault contains only cash; anyone who thinks he will find wealth there is frustrated.

And if the eyes learned to cry again, it would be a second deluge.

The kissed mouth does not bear the mark of ecstasy; it stays in the mouth of the one who kissed it.

Love is given for free, it is sown in the wind, in the waterfall, in the eclipse. Love escapes dictionaries and several regulations.

While in the world there are people thinking they know a lot, I just feel. Much.

We cultivate our doubts like roses in the garden we don’t have.

I have words in me looking for a channel, they are hoarse and hard, irritated, energetic, compressed for so long, lost their meaning, they just want to explode.