Is that not poetry?
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Não é isso a poesia? O homem que nasceu, embalou-se e cresceu nesse berço perfumado; no meio de cenas tão diversas, entre o eterno contraste do sorriso e da lágrima, da flor e do espinho, do mel e do veneno, não é um poeta?
Is that not poetry? The man who was born, cradled, and grew up in that perfumed cradle; amid such varied scenes, between the eternal contrast of smile and tear, of flower and thorn, of honey and venom, is he not a poet?
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