ABSTRACT
Once again I am using some lines from a poem by Carlos Drummond de Andrade (1983), called "Fragilidade", to illustrate what I shall be developing: This verse, only an arabesque around the essential element—inaccessible. No longer the desire to explain, multiple words going up in a beam, the spirit that chooses, the eye that visits, the song made of depurations and depurations, the delicate shape of a crystal of thousands of pure and clean sighs. Nothing else but an arabesque, only an arabesque. It embraces things, without reducing them. [p. 177; translated for this edition]
