Josias Maciel is the poet of the idealized man, the poet of the power, the virility, the gerenerao of the demoralized, not motivated man for the easy and accidental sex. In this poet we find the natural woman with its qualities and virtues and not an imitation of the manthat it is of course vile.He is the poet of regenerations, the fertility, the virility without magismo, the power, the pureness without puritanismos and of the masculine expression, the clarity, the concentration and masculine objetividade, the virtues without stages, of they linguajem untied and direct. This poet is the opposition the feminilidade, the vanities of the current man and the demoralization of the man. The Sword of an Angel Its clothes had been falling in the soil of the Done room petals of naked white rose. Its naked body still more is perfumed. Without petals it was the sample its skin of pink color and its pelugem of peach mature Of relva or saliva of rough language She was humidified its soft skin of mace Never before bitten. Playing of a petal well-me-wants with its body Pulled out its, Breached its only veil or membrane It fainted done one passarinho abated, Moaned and felt espasmo of death Or of Tereza Saint tranferred for the sword of a ertico angel, she looks at Now me been thankful, and as if I was you the life and of the death, it a son asks for to me.