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à descoberta da plenitude de um instante eternizando o momento que passa

andar por fora

à descoberta da plenitude de um instante eternizando o momento que passa

Verdes são os campos

 

 

                                                                           Verdes são os campos,
                                                                           De cor de limão:
                                                                           Assim são os olhos
                                                                           Do meu coração.

 

                                                                           Campo, que te estendes
                                                                           Com verdura bela;
                                                                           Ovelhas, que nela
                                                                           Vosso pasto tendes,
                                                                           De ervas vos mantendes
                                                                           Que traz o Verão,
                                                                           E eu das lembranças
                                                                           Do meu coração.

 

                                                                           Gados que pasceis
                                                                           Com contentamento,
                                                                           Vosso mantimento
                                                                           Não no entendereis;
                                                                           Isso que comeis
                                                                           Não são ervas, não:
                                                                           São graças dos olhos
                                                                           Do meu coração.

 

                                                                                                         Luís Vaz de Camões

 

FOTOS____________

Vila Franca do Campo

Ilha de São Miguel, Açores

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