Desejos Vãos

I wanted to be the sea of proud bearing
That laughs and sings, the immense attire!
I wanted to be the Stone that doesn't think,
The stone of the path, rough and strong!

I wanted to be the Sun, the intense light,
The good of what is humble and unlucky!
I wanted to be the rough and dense tree
That laughs at the vain world and even at death!

But the Sea also cries with sadness...
The trees also, as if praying,
Open their arms to the skies, like a believer!

And the proud and strong Sun, at the end of a day,
Has tears of blood in agony!
And the Stones... those... everyone treads on them!...