Pedra coração
Houve um time sem shape, fused
mordida de uma cristais neste basalt.
Houve decerto a river, an ancient sea, where the stone rolled
.
There was also an earthquake and another earthquake
now meet in the closed hand,
the form promised. Thus, accurate,
the stone cast .*
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Diaz thou for me, silence
There was now a day of words,
intentions of poems or speeches, or any of the paths
was ours. The
us define a measure is sufficient,
and since the words do not save me, you
says to me, silence, which can not .**
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Epitaph for Luis de Camoes
What we know you, if only you let the verses,
lambrança que ficou no mundo que tiveste? Do
springing ganhaste ao morrer todos os dias, ou
perderam-te a vida que os versos fizeste? ***
José Saramago (November 16, 1922 - June 18, 2010)
* There was a time without form, a fusion / pierced crystals in basalt. / There was certainly a river, an ancient sea, / to rotate the stone. / There was even an earthquake. And another earthquake / will do now, Chusa here in my hand, / the shape already promised. Thus, exact, / was shaped stone. ** It was now
days of words, / intention of words or speeches, / nor was the road that was ours. / To define ourselves had only a single act, / and because the words will not save me, / tell you for me, silence, that I can not.
*** What do we know about you, if we only ways, / I remember is that you had left the world? / From birth to death, have always taken advantage of, or have lost their lives because of your ways?
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