#camoes

O meu, fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todo dia.

Busque Amor novas artes, novo engenho,

Para matar me, e novas esquivanças;

Que não pode tirar me as esperanças,

Que mal me tirará o que eu não tenho.

Olhai de que esperanças me mantenho!

Vede que perigosas seguranças!

Que não temo contrastes nem mudanças,

Andando em bravo mar, perdido o lenho.

Mas, conquanto não pode haver desgosto

Onde esperança falta, lá me esconde

Amor um mal, que mata e não se vê;

Que dias há que n'alma me tem posto

Um não sei quê, que nasce não sei onde,

Vem não sei como, e dói não sei por quê.

“In this bright future you can't forget your past.”   - Bob Marley

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A diver is my love

And I am his, if I am not deceived

Who takes one breath above for every hour below the sea

Who gave to me a jewel

Worth twice this woman's life, but would cost her less

Than laying at low tide to see her true love phosphoresce

And in an infinite regress

Tell me why is the pain of birth

Lighter borne than the pain of death?

I ain't saying that I loved you first

But I loved you best

I know we must abide

Each by the rules that bind us here:

The divers and the sailors and the women on the pier

But how do you choose your form?

How do you choose your name? How do you choose your life?

How do you choose the time you must exhale and kick and rise?

And in an infinite capsize

Like a bull tearing down the coast

Double hulls bearing double masts

I don’t know if you loved me most

But you loved me last

Recall the word you gave

To count your way across the depths of this arid world

Where you would yoke the waves and lay a bed of shining pearls

I dream it every night:

The ringing of the pail, the motes of sand dislodged, the shucking, quick and bright:

The twinned and cast off shells reveal a single heart of white

And in an infinite backslide

Ancient border, sink past the West

Like a sword at the bearer's fall

I can't claim that I knew you best

But did you know me at all?

A woman is alive, a woman is alive

You do not take her for a sign

In nacre on a stone, alone, unfaceted and fine

And never will I wed

I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life

And ever hold my breath till I may be the diver's wife

See how the infinite divides

And the divers are not to blame

For the rift spanning distant shores

You don’t know my name

But I know yours

That sad and joyful dawn,

full of hurt and pity.

As long as I miss you in the world, I want it always celebrated.

She alone, when mild and inlaid, came out, giving the world clarity,

saw him depart from another will,

that you can never see yourself apart.

She just saw the tears on the wire

that from both derived eyes,

added in a large and wide river.

She saw the hurt words

that could make the fire cold,

and give rest to the damned souls.