Missing you! Yes... maybe... and why not?...
If the dream was so high and strong
That I thought to see it till death
Dazzling my heart with light!
Forget! What for?... Ah, how vain it is!
That all this, my love, do not matter to us.
If it left beauty that comfort
It should be sacred as bread.
How many times, my love, I already forgot you,
In order to more madly remember
More definitely remember you!
And I wish it was always like this:
The less I wanted to remember
The more I would be missing you!
Florbela Espanca, in 'The Book of Sóror Saudade'