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«I even do pass a crazy life; there are moments, in that a type of torpor takes me possession of the spirit and I stay, like as static, seeing the sweetness of the loved image of Lucília showing me off semi-veiled in any angle of my room or even among the distant foggy clouds of this sky.»
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Moon that shines in the immense plain, in the ethereal blue, so pale and tranquil! I love your light. In your presence, the sun of the thought in me sparkles. |
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When seeing you, goes my soul — and no longer thinks in the pain that torments me the weak clay! — in the sky of the enchantment, where there is not offense and where terrestrial life is annihilated. |
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Like me, the beings that love you, gloomy, suffer nostalgia... but that, meanwhile, in dreams, they see your good in the heaven or at your side. |
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Moon! My sincere heart loves you , because you make me to see, in dream, the lady, that I love absent and by whom I am loved. |
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