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ASSISTED SUICIDE
Antonio Cícero, member of ABL and MPB lyricist, dies at age 79
He had Alzheimer’s and died in Switzerland, accompanied by his partner Marcelo Fies, who is expected to bring the writer’s ashes to Brazil
Published on October 23, 2024 at 10:36 am

Antonio Cícero, member of ABL and composer of MPB, dies at age 79 Credit: Reproduction/TV Globo
Writer and philosopher Antonio Cicero died this Wednesday (23) at the age of 79. The information was confirmed by the Brazilian Academy of Letters.
Cícero was one of the most famous writers in Brazilian literature and stood out for his poetry and song lyrics in partnership with his sister, the singer Marina, and also with João Bosco, Frejat and Lulu Santos.
Cícero died by assisted suicide in Switzerland, where the procedure has been legal since the 1940s. In Brazil, assisted suicide and euthanasia are crimes.
Antonio Cícero was accompanied by his partner Marcelo Fies, who is expected to bring the writer’s ashes to Brazil this Thursday (24).
In recent years, the writer was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and complained in a letter that he was ashamed of meeting his friends and not recognizing them.
Cícero’s last public appearance was at the launch of Silviano Santiago’s new book, in a bookstore in Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro.
Antonio Cícero is the author of the essay “The world since the end” (1995) and two poetic collections: “Guardar” (1997), for which he received the Nestlé Prize for Brazilian Literature) and “The city and the books” (2002 ).
Together with his sister Marina, he produced songs such as “Fullgás”, “Pra Aberto”, and with Cláudio Zoli the song “À Française”.
See the farewell letter:
I find myself in Switzerland, about to perform euthanasia.
What happens is that my life has become unbearable. I am suffering from Alzheimer’s.
So, I don’t even remember some things that happened not only in the remote past, but even things that happened yesterday.
Except for my closest friends, like you, I no longer recognize many people I meet on the street and with whom I’ve spent time.
I can no longer write good poems or good philosophy essays.
I can’t even concentrate to read, which was the thing I liked most in the world.
Despite all this, I am still lucid enough to recognize my terrible situation.
Living with you, my friends, was one of the most important things – if not the thing – in my life. Today, the way I find myself, I’m even embarrassed to meet them again.
Well, as I have been an atheist since I was a teenager, I am aware that I am the one who decides whether my life is worth living or not.
I hope I lived with dignity and I hope I die with dignity.
I love you so much and send you lots of kisses and hugs!
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