On Cruz and Sousa and its workmanship, Ronald de Carvalho (apud CROSS, 1942:425), poet born to the end of century XIX, emitted the following opinion: A workmanship of Cruz and Sousa is not simply a great failed assay as already it has been said, nor neither the biggest expression of the lyric poetry in Brazil, as already it was written. The Satanism of Baudelaire if mixture, in its poetry, to the melancholic skepticism to the mrbido misticismo of Antero de Quental. The world turned around its pain and in such way weighed to it on the unsatisfied and sofredora soul, that it did not know traduziz it seno with desperate and alucinantes profanities. Its does not have a verse almost that is not an shout against the oppression of the environment surrounded that it, shout born more than the instinct of the race that of the conscience of the life. The poetry of Cruz and Sousa is transparent a time marked for the social transistions and politics, also for the many disagreements in virtue of not the acceptance of the differences between the peoples who started to form the Brazilian population. How consequncia of a life suffered to the extremity, the poet in grants a workmanship to them in a generally lamentoso tone? elegaco? , full of aspirations, dreams, vacant vises, sudden resplandecncias, cloudiness. They are as voices of a Emparedado (SOUSA, 2009): Sad souls, after all, that they dissolve, that they are finished, in a silence bitter taste, in a painful desolation, unhealthy witherings and, in the fatal fever them disorganizations, melancholically, melancholically, as the fabric decomposition that gangrenaram, of bodies that apodreceram in an irremediable way and cannot more viar and to florir under the refulgncias and noises of them we finssimos ouros and crystals and sapphires and set on fire rubies of the Sun Souls lassas, relaxed, scoffing true casernas where the most torn libertinism it does not find deep; souls that go cultivating with care delicate infamiazinhas as aspics curious gallants and that of so low, of so flat that they are nor deserve the magnificncia, the Majesty of the Hell! Souls, after all, without the mysterious flames, nvoas, the shades, the plazas and irisados resplendores of the Dream? supreme perpetual Redentor! It is the first time that, in Brazilian Literature, a writer, in the condition of ' ' race inferior' ' , it ahead discloses its judgment critical of an overloaded society of preconceptions. .