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História do Fado (Unknown Binding)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 3.71 — 7 ratings — published 2010
Lisboa, o Fado e os Fadistas (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 4.50 — 4 ratings — published 1994
Saudade: An Anthology of Fado Poetry (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 4.00 — 9 ratings — published 2010
Versos (Livros Cotovia) (Portuguese Edition)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 3.76 — 37 ratings — published 1997
O Fado e a Alma Portuguesa (Hardcover)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 4.00 — 1 rating — published
El banquero anarquista (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 3.76 — 9,598 ratings — published 1922
Para uma história do fado (Hardcover)
by (shelved 1 time as fado)
avg rating 4.18 — 17 ratings — published 2004
“Fato é que nao ha maior dor, ou tal fardo,
Assim como dilacerando a alma da gente,
Do que um corpo febril, gelado, flagelado,
Opondo um sofrimento que se faz latente.”
― ACross Tic
Assim como dilacerando a alma da gente,
Do que um corpo febril, gelado, flagelado,
Opondo um sofrimento que se faz latente.”
― ACross Tic
“A man reaches close
and lifts a quarter
from inside a girl’s ear,
from her hands takes a dove
she didn’t know was there.
Which amazes more,
you may wonder:
the quarter’s serrated murmur
against the thumb
or the dove’s knuckled silence?
That he found them,
or that she never had,
or that in Portugal,
this same half-stopped moment,
it’s almost dawn,
and a woman in a wheelchair
is singing a fado
that puts every life in the room
on one pan of a scale,
itself on the other,
and the copper bowls balance.”
― Poetry Magazine September 2012
and lifts a quarter
from inside a girl’s ear,
from her hands takes a dove
she didn’t know was there.
Which amazes more,
you may wonder:
the quarter’s serrated murmur
against the thumb
or the dove’s knuckled silence?
That he found them,
or that she never had,
or that in Portugal,
this same half-stopped moment,
it’s almost dawn,
and a woman in a wheelchair
is singing a fado
that puts every life in the room
on one pan of a scale,
itself on the other,
and the copper bowls balance.”
― Poetry Magazine September 2012
