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Gabriel Machado
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“Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. ”
― Leaves of Grass
― Leaves of Grass
“It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained glass window. She was wearing street clothes that looked black and white, and a hat to match and she was a little haughty, but not too much. Whatever you needed, wherever you happened to be—she had it.”
― Farewell, My Lovely
― Farewell, My Lovely
“His was a battlefield without glory, a battlefield where none could display deeds of valour: it was the front line of the spirit.”
― Death in Midsummer and Other Stories
― Death in Midsummer and Other Stories
“Se tens um coração de ferro, bom proveito.
O meu, fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todo o dia.”
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O meu, fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todo o dia.”
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“J'ai fait ces vers là hier, pendant la récréation; je suis entré dans la chapelle, je me suis enfermé dans un confessionnal, et là, ma jeune poesie a pu palpiter et s'envoler, dans le rêve et le silence, vers les sphères de l'amour. Puis, comme on vient m'enlever mes moindres papiers dans mes poches, la nuit et le jour, j'ai cousu ces vers en bas de mon dernier vêtement, celvi qui touche immédiatement à ma peu, et, pendant l'étude, je tire, sous mes habits, ma poesie sur mon coeur, et je la presse longuement en rêvant...
I wrote these verses yesterday, during recess. I went into the chapel and closed myself up in a confessional. There in dreams and silence my young poetry could palpitate and fly off toward the skies of love. Then, since they come day and night and rob me of whatever papers are in my pockets, I sewed these verses into the lower part of my underclothing, which is closest to my skin, and during study hour, I pull, under my clothes, my poetry over my heart, and I press it there for a long time as I dream...”
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I wrote these verses yesterday, during recess. I went into the chapel and closed myself up in a confessional. There in dreams and silence my young poetry could palpitate and fly off toward the skies of love. Then, since they come day and night and rob me of whatever papers are in my pockets, I sewed these verses into the lower part of my underclothing, which is closest to my skin, and during study hour, I pull, under my clothes, my poetry over my heart, and I press it there for a long time as I dream...”
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