"...but he assured me that women
occupy a very important place in his
life and in his feelings."
http://www1.lanic.utexas.edu/project/castro/db/1974/19740925.html
As suas mãos perdiam-se no côncavo das minhas.
Chichina, esta pulseira...
Se me acompanhasse em toda a viagem,
como um guia e uma recordação?
| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; |
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| Coral is far more red than her lips' red; |
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| If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; |
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| If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. |
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| I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, |
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| But no such roses see I in her cheeks; |
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| And in some perfumes is there more delight |
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| Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. |
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| I love to hear her speak, yet well I know |
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| That music hath a far more pleasing sound; |
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| I grant I never saw a goddess go; |
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| My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: |
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| And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare |
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As any she belied with false compare
Shakespeare

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Old Breaks New Rules Keeps Now New Again
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