Quando nasci, um anjo torto

desses que vivem na sombra

disse: Vai, Carlos! ser gauche na vida.

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When I was born, a crooked angel, the kind who live in shadows, said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.
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When I was born, one of the crooked angels who live in shadow, said: Carlos, go on! Be gauche in life.

The houses watch the men, men who run after women. If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire. The trolley goes by full of legs: white legs, black legs, yellow legs. My God, why all the legs? my heart asks. But my eyes ask nothing at all.
The man behind the moustache is serious, simple, and strong. He hardly ever speaks. He has a few, choice friends, the man behind the spectacles and the moustache.
My God, why hast Thou forsaken me if Thou knew'st I was not God, if Thou knew'st that I was weak. Universe, vast universe, if I had been named Eugene that would not be what I mean but it would go into verse faster. Universe, vast universe, my heart is vaster.
I oughtn't to tell you, but this moon and this brandy play the devil with one's emotions. EuroPundits


and the other version I remember? I like the opening better (a crooked angel, the kind who) but not the rest below, and no this is not the other one I knew - Jo! cognac!- but wait, what is the original idiom? -(more like?) - 'play the devil' or 'like the devil' ~ 'heartache like the devil' is not bad,it's just that it's completely not the rhythm of the above, deep in me. ...no not only me, could it be, the above translation is finer. its so good. not 'vaster still is my heart' no! --'my heart is vaster.'

When I was born, a crooked angel, the kind who live in shadows, said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life. The houses spy the menchasing after women.Perhaps if the afternoon were bluethere wouldn’t be so many desires.The tram passes by full of legs:white black yellow legs.Why so many legs, God, my heart asks.But my eyesnever ask a thing.
The man behind the moustacheis serious, simple, and strong.Almost never talks.Has a few, close friends,that man behind the glasses and the moustache.
Lord, why did you abandon me if you knew I wasn’t God?if you knew I was weak.World world vast globe if my name were Jobit would be a rhyme, not a solution.World world vast globe vaster still is my heart.
I ought not tell you,but this moon but this congac gives us heartache like the devil. Carlos Drummond De Andrade Poetry

think I'm looking for "a rhyme and not a solution"