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(Source: carleenallen)
"Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn’t felt, An always discontent contentment, A pain that rages without hurting, A longing for nothing but to long, A loneliness in the midst of people, A never feeling pleased when pleased, A passion that gains when lost in thought" — Luís Vaz de Camões
Posted 12 months ago // 6 notes
Only my portuguese followers will understand this. MY NEW FUCKING RINGTONE AND NEED A GIF !
Posted 1 year ago // 1 note
Legend of the Blossom Almond Trees
Many centuries ago, before Portugal existed as a country and when Al-Gharb belonged to the Moorish, there was a young and famous king in Chelb (nowadays known as Silves in the Algarve) who had never been defeated in a battle.
One day, among the prisoners of war, he saw the beautiful Gilda. She was a blonde princess with blue eyes and a proud behaviour. The Moorish king was so impressed by this beautiful princess that he set her free. He gradually won her trust and one day he claimed his love and asked her to marry him. They were happy for some time until the young princess got sick and nobody knew what the problem was.
An old prisoner from the same region as the princess, asked to visit the king. The old man said that the princess missed her faraway country full of snow. The king thought there was a solution for the princess’ sickness: he could plant almond trees all over his kingdom and when they flowered, the white buds would show the illusion of snow. So, the princess wouldn’t miss her country.
In the next spring, the king took Gilda to the balcony of the castle and when the princess looked at the white flowers she recovered from her illness.
The king and the princess lived happily for many years and they always waited anxiously for the next spring to look at the beautiful and flowering almond trees.
Posted 1 year ago // 0 notes
"The story book owned by Henry, depicting the events in the fairy tale world is illustrated in watercolors by Marvel comic-book artist João M. P. Lemos."
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wikipedia PORTUGUESE IN THE MOTHAFUCKING HOUSE
Posted 1 year ago // 5 notes
Traje Académico It’s my new love, I look fat, but who cares. It’s fabulous
Posted 1 year ago // 5 notes
"We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love."
Posted 1 year ago // 3 notes
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