“Receding Surf The cool violence of wine; the furrows of receding surf; the morning whistle of the shepherd, more propitious for art than all the music of the spheres; this pride at having in one’s heart the spilled milk of… — Eugénio de Andrade Copy Share Image
“I Do Not Sing Because I Dream I do not sing because I dream. I simply sing because you’re real. I sing your ripened… — Eugénio de Andrade Copy Share Image
“It's urgent-love. It's urgent- a boat upon the sea. It's urgent to destroy certain words, hate, solitude, and cruelty, some mornings, many swords. It's… — Eugénio de Andrade Copy Share Image
“We’ve worn our words to death, when now I say: my love, nothing happens, absolutely nothing. And yet, before the words were spent, I’m… — Eugénio de Andrade Copy Share Image
“Receding Surf The cool violence of wine; the furrows of receding surf; the morning whistle of the shepherd, more propitious for art than all… — Eugénio de Andrade Copy Share Image
