Tudo é tranquilo e casto e sonhador... Olhando esta paisagem que é uma tela De Deus, eu penso então: Onde há pintor Onde há artista de saber profundo… - 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?

To be a poet is to be taller, to be bigger
Than men! It is to bite as if you’re kissing!
It is to give alms, although you are a beggar like
King of the Realm where only pain is missing!</p>It is to have a thousand desires for splendor
And do not even know what we want!
It is to have inside yourself a flaming star,
It is to have the condor’s mighty claw and wing! It is to be hungry, to be thirsty of Infinity!
By helmet, golden and satin mornings...
It is to condense the world into one lonely cry! And it is loving you, thus, hopelessly...
And it is you being soul, and blood, and life in me
And tell it singing to everyone!

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Me deste tu a beber?
Até me esqueço de mim E não te posso esquecer...