Exercício 16: Traduzir o poema

 DON'T MAKE THINGS UP

Don't come here with bullshit. Don't make things up.

Don't look in my eyes. Leave.

And spare me of your articulated speeches

and the hoaxes of goodbye. Don’t make a scene.

 

Don’t say you regret or that life

sometimes is like that: that everything forgets;

that the world and time cures any wound.

I repeat, my love: disappear.

 

And take whatever you want of everything

once suspected we shared:

the books, the sculptures in Palo Santo,

the vinyl, the portraits, the billiard.

 

Don’t leave addresses. Please.

I want you to go fuck yourself, my love.