Macau: A Calligraphic Tribute to Camilo Pessanha
Autumn has already passed, now the cold returns…—The autumn of her sorrowful smile. Bitter winter! The sun is slanted. Freezing.—The sun and the clear waters of the river.Clear river waters! Waters of the river.Fleeing beneath my weary gaze. Where do you lead me, my idle sorrow?Where are you going, my empty heart?Remain here, her hair floating,And beneath the swift-flowing waters,Her eyes open and pondering...Where are you running off to, melancholies?—And, shimmering, flowing in
November 3, 2026 | BY admin