All of my love letters are nothing more than the realization of my need to make phrases. - Florbela Espanca

All is so calm and chaste, so like a dream.
That looking at this masterpiece of God, I ask myself
Where is there a painter, an artist so supreme, So profoundly wise as to unfurl
A canvas with a more arresting scene,
More delicate and beautiful in this World?

Kiss my hands, Love, make them feel caressed
Kiss them as if we two were only siblings,
Two birds singing in the sun and in the same nest. Kiss them, Love!... The wildest fantasy is at my fingertips
To hold those kisses locked within my hands
The kisses that I dreamed were for my lips!

Tenho por ti uma paixão
Tão forte tão acrisolada,
Que até adoro a saudade
Quando por ti é causada