So much pride, so much vanity for nothing.
If she was queen of the world, and in a second everyone had to lie down at her feet.
On snapping, but that was over.

The beauty has expiration date: the age.
What a beautiful time it took.
If you have planted friendship, you will have as many as the beauty that has passed.
If not, only loneliness is left.

Even the mirror that reflects you is your enemy.
You do not have the courage to look at your face,
Look only at the navel,
A cleft in the body where happiness escaped.

                           Francisco Gouveia

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