DISENCHANTMENT
I make verses like someone who cries
Of dismay ... of disenchantment ...
Close my book, if for now
You have no reason to cry.
My verse is blood. Fiery lust ...
Sparse sadness ... vain remorse ...
It hurts in my veins. Bitter and hot,
It falls, drop by drop, from the heart.
And in these lines of hoarse anguish
So life flows from the lips,
Leaving an acrid taste in the mouth.
- I write lines like someone who dies.
Source: BANDEIRA, Manuel. In. Several authors. Speech of a dream and other poems. São Paulo: Martins Fontes, 2003, p.41.
In the poem, the lyrical self:
A) demonstrates a desire to live intensely.
B) seems to be disappointed with the poetry.
C) regrets the death of a friend.
D) uses the poetic text to talk about the disappointments and anxieties of life.
