If all the wind be abandoned
And Fearless nor pity we destroy ourselves,
If we die in all that we feel
And we can sing, so we must
Nudes in blood, cradling the pain itself
Opposite nights of love.
When morning shine reafforesta
E a alma possuirá esse esplendor
Prometido nas formas que perdemos.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
in Poesia (1944)
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