Luís de Camões, Fernando Pessoa, Mário de Sá-Carneiro, Florbela Espanca, Almada Negreiros. These are just a few names of the very rich Portuguese poetry, which for centuries has contributed to the dissemination of literature in the Portuguese language. The fact is that, although Portugal and Brazil are intrinsically linked by linguistic and cultural issues, the literary exchange does not always happen satisfactorily.
In order for you to know a little more about the lyrics that so influenced our lyrics, Brasil Escola has selected five poems from Portuguese literature for you to learn about and appreciate. Of the first troubadoursto the modernists, a brief tour of the history of Portugal. Good reading!
Cantiga, breaking up
lady leave so sad
my eyes for you, my darling
that you have never seen so sad
Others none by anyone.
So sad, so homesick,
So sick of the match,
So tired, so tearful,
Of death most desirous
A hundred thousand times that of life.
The sad ones leave so sad,
So out of waiting well,
that you have never seen so sad
Others none by anyone.
Garcia de Resende
to the bewilderment of the world
The good ones I always saw pass
In the world severe torments;
And to amaze me more,
I've always seen the bad guys swim
In a sea of contentment.
Taking care to achieve this
The good so badly ordered,
I was bad, but I was punished.
So, just for me,
Come the world fixed.
Luís Vaz de Camões
Omen
Love, when it reveals itself,
It is not known to reveal.
It feels good to look at her,
But he doesn't know how to talk to you.
who wants to say what you feel
You don't know what to say.
Spoken: it seems like it lies...
Cala: seems to forget...
Do not stop now... There's more after the advertising ;)
Ah, but if she guessed,
If you could hear the look,
And if one look was enough for you
To know you're in love!
But whoever is sorry, shuts up;
who wants to say how sorry
It has no soul or speech,
It is entirely alone!
But if this can tell you
What I dare not tell you,
I won't have to talk to you anymore
Because I'm talking to you…
Fernando Pessoa
Last Sonnet
What fugitive roses you were there!
The rugs were demanded of you, and you came...
- If it hurts me today, the good you did me,
It's fair, because I owed you so much.
What silk cuddling I got involved in
When you entered, in the afternoons you showed up!
How I was lost when you gave me
Your kissing mouth, which I remembered...
I thought your tiredness was mine -
That it would be a long hug between us
The boredom that, so slender, bent over you...
And you ran away... What does it matter? if you left
The violet memory you animated,
Where my longing for Color hangs...
Mario de Sá-Carneiro
love that dies
Our love died... Who would say!
Who had even thought to see me dizzy,
Blind to see you, without seeing the bill
From the time that passed, that ran away!
Well I was feeling that he was dying...
And another flash, in the distance, is already on the way!
A mistake that dies... and then points
The light of another elusive mirage...
I know very well, my love, that to live
It takes love, to die,
And it takes dreams to leave.
And I know, my love, that it was necessary
Make the love that breaks out the clear laughter
From another impossible love to come!
Florbela Spanca
By Luana Castro
Graduated in Letters
