She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.It’s like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I can’t stop having.How vast the field and interior love… !I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.It’s like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I can’t stop having.How vast the field and interior love… !I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.

– Alberto Caeiro –

O Pastor Amoroso

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