This road, where I live, between two turns of the way
Is more interesting than a city avenue
In the cities everybody looks alike
Everybody is everybody
Not here: you feel that here everyone carries his own soul
Each being is himself
Even the dogs
These country dogs look like business men
Go around always worried
How many people coming and going!
Everything has an impressive air that leads to meditation
Burial on foot or the milk cart pulled by a fuzy goat
Not even water whispers are lacking,
Suggesting with the voice of symbols
That life goes on, goes on!
And youth shall end
Notes
The original Portuguese version you can find here
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/117648-Manuel-Bandeira-Estrada
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I had an experience in the Carribean in a small town away from tourism, and it took me about twenty minutes to learn to walk at the slower pace, and then to see the activity, really see the faces; so adjustment from city ways was profound... i sense that there is this here, the difference between merely seeing and really experiencing something...PK
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never been a city boy but I can imagine that where things are many, there's less individuality...more homogeny...
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