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I love you because I love you You need not be my lover
And you know not always be so I love you because I love you
Love is a state of grace And love is not paid with love
Love is given for free It is sown in the wind, the waterfall, the eclipse
Love escapes dictionaries and several regulations
I love you because I love me not enough or too much
Because love is not changed, conjugated or loved
Because love is love for nothing Happy and strong in itself
Love is a cousin of death And it's winner
No matter how much they kill it - and they kill it - in every moment of love.
Thank you guys. But palms are not for me
They are for Drummond. This poem is called "The no reasons of love"
and is just one example of the work that I want from you
which is the development and creation of a romantic poem
based on Drummond's poems. Right?
I do not know why to do poems.
He could order some group exercises.
Yes, he could...
... that's why he ends up completing or using other themes
especially the romance and love to his context, his contents
his ideal society, ok?
You should try...
Let me see...
Feces!
Damn, Thaddeus, if you won't help at least do not disturb!
Can you be quiet?
***, man, it's filthy!
Wow, that's a dramatic scene.
I won't be able to write it.
Anything I do will be a *** to him.
You should do like me and invent that kind of poem:
Coca, cesspit, cabal.
It works.
I'm not going to write ***, ok?
You should.
It is the good side of art.
Even the wrong is right.
Anything goes.
Oh man... Professor Walter likes romantic poetry.
He's romantic.
And you will write a poem to win note or a poem to him?
To note, but ...
So! Let's go.
Feces, stages, sickles, ***
I think he will not like that last one.
Jaboticaba. Flower.
Good Morning. Good Morning.
Teacher!
Teacher!
Hello, Bruno. Tell me the orders.
Well, I'm not getting it right ... The poem.
Could you help me?
Yes, for sure. I can.
Great.
I'll take a class at cram school now
but by eleven o'clock you can pass in the staff room for a talk.
That's right. I will.
Well, I'll be going then. See you later.
See you.
The sun emits rays on the Earth,
These rays are reflected back, but the upper layer of greenhouse gases
It causes them to hit the Earth back to the polluting gases,
and then back to earth causing a very large imbalance
as we see there.
If you love me, love me softly
Do not scream it from the rooftops... Let alone the birds,
Leave me in peace.
If you want me, anyway,
It has to be very slowly, beloved one
Because life is short,
And love is shorter.
Mário Quintana.
Good morning, is Professor Walter there?
He has not come yet, but... he must be coming.
Oh okay ... Thank you.
Have you ever felt that chest pain, as if made by a violent knife?
That pain that you lie to the bed, which also entertains you.
Have you ever felt Vinicius' poems running in your veins?
Or that romantic vices from the taverns, as before?
Have you ever felt the wound that hurts but can't be felt?
Have you drank life from the source?
Have you already felt a heart in you that you had never felt pulsing before?
Already touched a face with your hand and kept it framed?
Tell me if you loved that way
If you drank from God's cup
Because those who drink it can go back to paradise.
There is no drink like that.
No!
I already said no!
Vanessa, I see no use for this talking anymore.
Okay.
Okay. Excuse me. Sorry then.
It does not matter!
Do not.
Do not.
Vanessa, do you know when that will happen?
Never!
Hey guys! I think we will not have class today, huh ?!
're mistaken, Thaddeus!
Everyone sat in silence!
Let's start reading the poems in alphabetical order.
Who has not done or is embarrassed will be without note.
So it's better to come.
I see death, I have no time left ...
You are at the beginning of the list, right?
If you want, we can exchange poems and I finish yours.
No way. I just need a title.
Let me see.
It is to believe in the unseen
Trust the unknown
It's running away from what is plausible
It is living without having lived. Faith is the logic of being
It is the war on having It is dying to survive
Or just survive ...
Lament
Six, one, six Read the data that you see ...
What does that mean?
I heard it yesterday ...
It is something sad, but I do not know what it is.
It's perfect.
Lead ... or feast.
Come on and do not shut up. Fire your gun on me. Soon.
Congratulations, Beatriz.
Bruno. Your turn.
Lament.
Is it possible that he awaits me?
Just me and nobody else.
Is it possible that he venerates me?
It is possible that he loves me more?
Is there any evidence?
Some trace or clue?
Remainder waste
The juggler failure.
Is it possible that he is telling me right now, as I speak in deafness?
That he understands, but keeps it in silence.
Waiting my turn.
If there was any indication,
a trace, a clue ...
But there can be only harm
Under the foot tightrope walker.
Congratulations, Bruno. Very good.
Daniel Araújo. You may come.
Part of me Not even noticed you.
Part of me you convinced
It came from me, part of love
Of that feeling, of whatever it is.
I barely know how to guide me.
I do not even learned to pray.
And you came to talk about the pain
Of that feeling, of whatever it is.
How to do it? Come here and tell me.
How can I have a happy ending?
How to do it? Tell me I do not know.
You didn't see me, but I framed your face ...