Woman

Ah, may the woman always give the impression that if she closes her eyes
When you open them she will no longer be present
With your smile and your plots. Let it arise, not come; leave, don't go
And that it has a certain ability to suddenly become silent and make us drink
The gall of doubt. Oh, above all
May she never lose, no matter what world
No matter what the circumstances, its infinite volubility
Of bird; and that caressed deep within itself
Transform into a beast without losing your birdlike grace

Vinicius de Moraes