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Adélia Prado, Poesia reunida, Record, 2022
Invent fresh arts and cunning, Love,
to destroy me, and new frustrations;
but you can’t remove my expectations,
by taking away what I don’t have.
Look where my hopes are grounded!
Observe what perilous guarantees
that I don’t fear even on the wildest seas,
contrast or change, the ship having foundered.
But insofar as I’m not unhappy
when hope fails, Love maintains within
an evil that destroys, and in secret;
some days there pitches camp in me
I know not what, nor where it is born,
nor whence it comes, nor why it hurts.
Luís de Camões, translated by Landeg White
"Who sees you, Lady, clear and manifest
The beautiful being of your beautiful eyes,
If he does not lose sight only in seeing them,
No longer pays what he owes to your gesture.
This seemed to me an honest price;
But I, for the advantage of deserving them
I gave more life and soul to love them,
Whereof I am no more left.
So life and soul and hope,
And all that I have, all is yours,
And the profit of it I only take.
For it is such bliss
To give you what I have and what I can,
That the more I pay you, the more I owe you."
Luís de Camões
Azulejo panel by Jorge Colaço at Buçaco Palace, depicting the tournament at Smithfield
"This, from his charger not dismounting flies;
that groaneth falling with his falling steed;
this hath his snow-white mail with vermeil dyed;
that, with his helm-plume flogs his courser's side."
(The Lusiads, Canto VI, verse 64)
The Twelve of England (Os Doze de Inglaterra) is a Portuguese chivalric legend of 15th-century origin, famously related by the poet Luís de Camões in his 1572 Os Lusíadas (Canto VI).
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All art is autobiography; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.
- Frederico Fellini
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A photograph from 1906 of my ancestors grandfather showed me some time ago.