All my love I’ll be careful
Before, and with such zeal, and always, and both
That even in the face of the greatest charm
It is more enchanted my thoughts.
I want to live it in every moment will
And in its honor I must spread my song
And laugh my laughter and shed my tears
When she is sad or your contentment
And so when later look for me
Who knows death, who lives in anguish
Who knows loneliness, end of the loving
I can say I love (I had):
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But that is infinite while it lasts.- Vinícius de Morais.