Monotony of my retinas...
Serpentines of quivering beings uncoiling...
All and every one of my visions! "Buongiorno, dear."
Horrible cities!
Vanities, and more vanities.
No wings! No poetry! No joy!
Oh! the rioters of absence!
Paulicéia - the great mouth with a thousand teeth;
and the gushes among the trigroove tongue
of pus and more pus of distinction...
Weak, short, skinny men spin...
Serpentines of quivering beings uncoiling...
These men from São Paulo,
all equal and unequal,
when they live inside my eyes so rich,
they seem like monkeys, monkeys.
Original poem: 'O Cortejo', by Mário de Andrade
In: 'Paulicéia Desvairada', 1922