From everything to my love I will be attentive Before, and with such zeal, and always, so much That even in the face of His greatest enchantment my thought is enchanted. I want to live it in every vain moment And in your praise I will spread my song And laugh my laughter and pour out my weeping At your grief or your contentment And so, when you come to me later Who knows death, anguish of those who live Who knows loneliness, the end of one who loves I can tell myself of the love (that I had): That it is not immortal, since it is flame But that it is infinite while it lasts. Vinícius de Moraes #online
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