Soneto da Fidelidade (Vinicius de Moraes)
Of all, to my love I will be attentive
Before, and with such zeal, and always, and as much
That even in the face of the greatest charm
My thoughts are more enchanted by him.
I want to live it in every moment
And in praise I will spread my song
And laugh my laughter and spill my tears
Your grief or your contentment.
And so, when you look for me later
Who knows death, anguish of those who live
Who knows loneliness, the end of those who love
I can tell me about the love (I had):
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.