“Your hands tremble as they caress and woo me…
My amber body, harmonious and young,
Is like a jasmin vine deliciously high-strung
Drunk with sunlight, with pleasure and perfume!”

— Florbela Espanca

As tuas mãos tacteiam-me a tremer...
Meu corpo de âmbar, harmonioso e moço
É como um jasmineiro em alvoroço
Ébrio de sol, de aroma, de prazer!
Quoted in Florbela Espanca (1984), p. 13
Translated by John D. Godinho
The Flowering Heath (1931), "Toledo"

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As tuas mãos tacteiam-me a tremer… Meu corpo de âmbar, harmonioso e moço É como um jasmineiro em alvoroço Ébrio de sol, de aroma, de prazer!

The Flowering Heath (1931), "Toledo"

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