Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;

É ferida que dói e não se sente;

É um contentamento descontente;

É dor que desatina sem doer;

Luis Vaz de Camões


Oh, vernacular which has penetrated the intellect

And has caused an amount of thoughts .

The last flower of Latium we have gathered

From the Roman Empire and spread it abroad.


Poems, novels, essays and philosophical treatises

Have already been written in such a graceful vernacular,

But a more impressive fact which makes it so singular

Is that we keep on listening to beautiful verses increasing!


The genius of form

Who was able to compose

The most beautiful verses!


The one who was born

To mix sound and taste

And produce the most delicious

Vernacular cakes


The one whose geniality

Worth more than a billion coins

And whose name itself is poetry

An old and good iambic: Camões!

Luciano Aparecido Marques

Luís Vaz de Camões as Camoens or Camoëns, is considered Portugal‘s and the Portuguese language’s greatest poet. His mastery of verse has been compared to that of ShakespeareVondelHomerVirgil and Dante.

Living or existing?

“To be or not to be:

That’s the question.”

From Hamlet, by Shakespeare.

From the boarders of time and infinite

Something raises.

Certain voice which proclaims out loud,

Lost in the mind mazes.


It’s hard to hear such voice

With clear precision,

Once the layers of perception

Have blurred our inner vision.


Then, if in a moment of catharsis

You could hear

Clearly enough to understand,

Wisdom would surely appear


Your soul would comprehend

At least

And you would start to

Live, not only exist.


Luciano Aparecido Marques