Vinicius
de Moraes's fidelity sonnet
Of
all, to my love I will be attentive
Before,
and with such zeal, and always, and so much
That
even in the face of the greatest charm
Of
him is enchanted more my thought
I
want to live it in every single moment
And
in your praise I will spread my song
And
laugh my laughter and spill my tears
Your
grief or your contentment
And
so, when you come to me later
Maybe
death, anguish of those who live
Maybe
loneliness, end of those who love
I
can tell myself about the love (I had);
That
is not immortal, since it is flame
But
let it be infinite while it lasts
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