Portuguese Soul

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Luis Vaz de Camoes

Let Love search for new arts, a new talent
to kill me, and new indifference;
for it cannot take away my hopes,
for it will have difficulty in taking from me what I do not have.
See with what hopes I maintain myself
See how dangerous my safety is!
For I do not fear contrasts or changes,
sailing on the rough sea, my vessel lost.
But, although there cannot be any grief
where there is no hope, Love hides
from me an evil that kills and cannot be seen.
For there are days that have placed in my soul
an I know not what, that is born I know not where,
appears I know not how and hurts I know not why.

El Don de la Amistad

El Don de la amistad


Amigo no tiene dia para hablar
Toda hora es hora hache.
Amigo con defecto no existe,
Todo es bueno que se avista.
Y mas que todo todo es maravilla.
Hay los que son como islas,
Los cercados de amigos de verdad
En las aguas de la amistad.
Este Don es de pocos, ya se lo sabe.
Voluntad que se cabe en si y
Sin alarde, mas que invade
La vida, sus percances y castigos,
Ese mundo tan antiguo
Deshecho en una palabra sola: Amigo!

New Life

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Invasion

Invasion


With what right
you invade my beaches
and snatch me
in sea horses
treading on shells
jumping streams?

With what right
you show me songs
and you shine moonlight
what I pretend not to see and
I do not want to listen?

With what right
you blow,
unknown wind
whirl,
transparent garment
covering my nakedness?

The words
they injure,
make their marks,
they remain:
moulded stones
for waters
bathing them.

Therefore
I ask you:
because you dare
to invade my beaches
and penetrate me
shell,
sheltering
of the terrestrial winds?

HSS