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Beautiful poem by Mário de Andrade (Sao Paulo 1893 – 1945) Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist.  One of the founders of Brazilian modernism MY SOUL IS IN A HURRY I counted my years and discovered that I now have less time left to live than I had lived until now. I feel like the kid who won a pack of candy; He ate the first few with pleasure, but when he realized there were few left, he began to savor them deeply. I don’t have time for endless meetings where we discuss bylaws, rules, procedures and internal regulations, knowing that nothing will happen. I no longer have time to put up with absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up. My time is short to discuss titles.  I want the essential, my soul is in a hurry… Without many sweets in the package… I want to live ...