3 Brazilian Portuguese Poems read by a Portuguese

3 Brazilian Poems Read By A Portuguese

Hey guys! Today I decided to do something a little different. I’m going to read two poems that are from Brazilian authors and that are usually read in Brazilian Portuguese… but today I’m going to read them with my accent, in Portuguese from Portugal. I think this exchange of cultures is very beautiful and, bottom line, this is our language, it’s just one language…and I think it’s beautiful to have these variations and, so, I think it’s very interesting to hear Brazilians reading Portuguese poems from Portugal and vice versa.

So I hope you like it and yes… the poems I chose, I have them here today.

In the following video from my YouTube channel, you can hear me reading the poems. Below you can find then the written version and the English translation of them 🙂

“Soneto de Fidelidade” by Vinicius de Moraes (1946)

The first poem is called “Soneto de Fidelidade” (Sonnet of Fidelity), from 1946 and is by Vinicius de Moraes and, yes, it is about love.

So this poem goes like this:

De tudo, ao meu amor serei atento
Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto
Que mesmo em face do maior encanto
Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.

Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento
E em louvor hei de espalhar meu canto
E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto
Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.

E assim, quando mais tarde me procure
Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive
Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama

Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):
Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.

English Translation:

Above all, to my love I’ll be attentive
First and always, with care and so much
That even when facing the greatest enchantment
By love be more enchanted my thoughts.

I want to live it through in each vain moment
And in its honor I’ll spread my song
And laugh my laughter and cry my tears
When you are sad or when you are content.

And thus, when later comes looking for me
Who knows, the death, anxiety of the living,
Who knows, the loneliness, end of all lovers

I’ll be able to say to myself of the love (I had):
Be not immortal, since it is flame
But be infinite while it lasts.

This poem is very beautiful.

“No meio do caminho” by Carlos Drummond de Andrade (1920)

Another poem I chose was the poem “No meio do caminho” (In the middle of the road) from 1920 and it is by Carlos Drummond de Andrade and it is like this:

No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra
tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho
tinha uma pedra
no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.

Nunca me esquecerei desse acontecimento
na vida de minhas retinas tão fatigadas.
Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho
tinha uma pedra
tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho
no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.

English Translation:

In the middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.

Never shall I forget this event
In the life of my fatigued retinas

Never shall I forget that in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.

This poem is quite funny and curious and I think it has a little to do with the things that get in our way throughout our life. If anyone wants to say anything further about this poem, let us know in the comments below.

“Poema Sujo” by Ferreira Gullar (1976)

I am thinking, I said I was going to read two poems, but I feel like reading one more. So, I’m going to read a (part of a) third poem which is Ferreira Gullar’s 1976 “Poema Sujo” (Dirty Poem). I hope I’m saying the name well.

(…)

Que importa um nome a esta  hora do anoitecer em São Luís 
do Maranhão à mesa do jantar sob uma luz de febre entre irmãos 
e pais dentro de um enigma? 
mas que importa um nome 

debaixo deste teto de telhas encardidas vigas à mostra entre 
cadeiras e mesa entre uma cristaleira e um armário diante de 
garfos e facas e pratos de louças que se quebraram já 
um prato de louça ordinária não dura tanto 

e as facas se perdem e os garfos 
se perdem pela vida caem 
pelas falhas do assoalho e vão conviver com 
ratos e baratas ou enferrujam no quintal esquecidos entre os pés de erva-cidreira

(...)

English Translation:

(…)

What does a name matter at this hour of nightfall in São Luís
from Maranhão at the dinner table under a light of fever between brothers
and parents within an enigma?
but what does a name matter
under this roof of grimy tiles exposed beams between
chairs and a table between a china cabinet and a cupboard in front of
forks and knives and plates that have already broken
a plate of ordinary crockery doesn’t last so long
and the knives get lost and the forks
are lost for life 
fall through floor cracks and go live with
rats and cockroaches or rust in the yard forgotten among the lemon balm trees

(…)

If you know more about this poem, if you want to add anything else, let me know in the comments below.


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I hope you enjoyed listening to me, and that you enjoyed my little “work”. And, yes, I’m waiting for your comments and see you in the next article!

Beijinhos,

Mia

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