Our beautiful island
We all live on an island, blue,
which is spacious is great … immense,
in its circular, rugged,
just like our dreams.
Mystic of the summer evening in Lisbon,
Rose near the Largo do Camões.
We only have this island, in a blue sea,
of a darkness berthed in the plains,
and mountains, where flowers bloom,
colorful loves, who are born, and they,
leafy, grow, bubble of life,
and die, and with them we, orphaned insects.
We only have this island.
We are this island.
We breathe this sea.
Over there we see the chalk color of the moon.
We slumber in this primordial water of our mother.
by Rui Carvalho
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