#Luís Vaz de Camões

[lidensword]

Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver etc, etc

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Shipwreck - Luís Vaz de Camões - Portugal

Translator: William Baer (Portuguese)

Like the weary sailor, the refugee from wreck and storm, who escapes half-dead, and then, in terror, shudders with dread at the very mention of the name of the ‘sea’; who swears he’ll never sail again, who raves he’ll stay at home, even on the calmest days, but then, in time, forgets his fearful ways, and seeks, again, his fortune above the waves; I, too, have barely escaped the storms that revolve around you, my love, traveling far away, vowing to avoid another catastrophe, but I can’t, the thought of you breaks my resolve, and so, I return to where, on that fateful day, I nearly drowned in your tempestuous sea.

[rabbitcruiser]

The Luís Vaz De Camões Monument was inaugurated on October 9, 1867.

[hotelboanova]

"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;

É ferida que dói, e não se sente;

É um contentamento descontente;

É dor que desatina sem doer.

É um não querer mais que bem querer;

É um andar solitário entre a gente;

É nunca contentar-se de contente;

É um cuidar que se ganha em se perder.

É querer estar preso por vontade;

É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;

É ter com quem nos mata, lealdade.

Mas como causar pode seu favor

Nos corações humanos amizade,

Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo

Amor?"

- Rimas, Luís Vaz de Camões (1524-1580)

[richardanarchist]

Busque Amor novas artes, novo engenho

Busque Amor novas artes, novo engenho, para matar-me, e novas esquivanças; que não pode tirar-me as esperanças, que mal me tirará o que eu não tenho.

Olhai de que esperanças me mantenho! Vede que perigosas seguranças! Que não temo contrastes nem mudanças, andando em bravo mar, perdido o lenho.

Mas, conquanto não pode haver desgosto onde esperança falta, lá me esconde Amor um mal, que mata e não se vê.

Que dias há que n'alma me tem posto um não sei quê, que nasce não sei onde; vem não sei como, e dói não sei porquê.

Luís Vaz de Camões

[nunopds]

Os Lusíadas: edição comemorativa dos 450 anos

Os Lusíadas: edição comemorativa dos 450 anos #joseruy #bandasdesenhadas

Por José Ruy. O mestre José Ruy (1939-2022) abandonou-nos recentemente, a 23 de novembro. Ultimamente, os seus trabalhos vinham a ser publicados pela editora Âncora, sendo a mais recente publicação a 8.ª edição de Os Lusíadas, a propósito da edição comemorativa dos 450 anos da primeira publicação da obra original de Luís Vaz de Camões. Recorde-se que esta adaptação de José Ruy para banda…

[starlightpixels]

Love is a fire that burns unseen - Luís Vaz de Camões

[mitsua]

Them as a love poem

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Obey me! SWD? Words' count: 0.30k

" To my dear and loving husband " by Anne Bradstreet

'Thy love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let's so

persever,

that when we live no more, we may live

ever.'

" Come on, and be my baby " by Maya Angelou

'The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast

And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass

And you sit wondering

where you're going to turn

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.'

" Beautiful Signor " by Cyrus Cassells

'This is the endless wanderlust:

dervish,

yours is the April-upon-April love

that kept me spinning even beyond your eventful arms

toward the unsurpassed:

the one vast claiming heart,

the glimmering,

the beautiful and revealed Signor.'

" Love is a fire that burns unseen " by Luís Vaz de Camões

'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,'

" Love and Friendship " by Emily Brontë

'Love is like the wild rose-briar,

Friendship is like the holly-tree—

The olly dark when the rose-briar blooms

But which will bloom more constantly?'

" Sthandwa sami ( my beloved, isiZulu ) " by Yrsa Daley-Ward

'My thoughts about you are frightening but precise

I can see the house on the hill where we make our own vegetables out back

and drink warm wine out of jam jars

and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up

you make me feel like myself again.'

" Love comes quietly " by Robert Creeley

'Love comes quietly,

finally, drops

about me, on me,

in the old ways.

What did I know

thinking myself

able to go

alone all the way.'

(Credit to the respective owners of the poems, picture and tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

[guess-ill-dye]

TODAY (10 of June) IS PORTUGAL DAY WOOOO🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹🇵🇹

More specifically Day of Camões and Portuguese communities

So who was Camões?

Luís Vaz de Camões lived in the 1500's and died 5th of July of 1580, and no-one is sure when he was born, but we think it was 500 years ago so that makes today extra special.

He was born into a lower class noble family, and was the man who wrote an epic poem called Lusíadas , (LIKE THE ODYSSEY OK??? ) one of the 2 WRITTEN BY THE PORTUGUESE!!!! (The other one was written by Fernando Pessoa, and it is very nice as well, and talks abt how amazing we are hehe)

It was finished in 1572, and talked about the discovery of the way to India by sea (we did that), and mixes it with some elements from the roman gods, and its amazing I 100% think everyone should read it. It was all written on 10 verse stranzas/strophes all with 10 metric syllables so yeah impressing. It contains a lot of history as well, and well known stories (atleast in Portugal) like the romance of Pedro and Inês.

THE ROMANCE OF PEDRO AND INÊS

This is a real Romeo and Julliet kind of story, where Pedro, the heir to the throne of Portugal, and he gets and arranged marriage with a Spanish princess, and in her court comes a lady named Inês de Castro, and they fall in love and she becomes one of his mistresses. Except she was special, and he spent a bunch of time with her and 2 kids with her. Then his wife dies and Pedro refuses to remarry (he had kids with his official wife too so no big deal right? wrong) and his dad is afraid that he marrys Inês, since their marriage would endanger the kingdom's independence, and it was church wrong cause they already had kids. So he murders her. Well he sends someone to murder her and she dies. Sad. BUT in Lusíadas it is VERY DRAMATIC AND SHE MAKES A SPEECH ASKING THE KING (D. Afonso btw) TO SPARE HER AND WOW ITS AMAZING

Irl she was assassinated in "Quinta das Lágrimas" (in Coimbra), which translates to "Farm of Tears" (it rlly was sad) and there are some stones on the fountain where she where she was killed (maybe) that are red and legend says it is her blood that stained those stones forever (heartbreaking ok)

THEN YOU THINK PEDRO WAS HAPPY?? NO. THAT MAN WAITED UNTIL HIS FATHER DIED AND HE WAS KING SO THAT HE COULD SAY THAT HE HAD MARRIED HER AND SHE WAS THE QUEEN.

I mean TRUE LOVE OK??

She was coronated post-mortem and her body was moved to a grave that Pedro had made for her and him where they forever would be together LIKE OMG TELL ME THATS NOT SWEET

And he also assassinated the man who killed her except one, who he later pardoned near his death

There is also a story (it's just a story, not real) that he pulled her out of her grave, gave her fancy clothes and a crown and made every noble person kiss her hand as a sign of respect to the queen (it didn't happen but IMAGINE THAT OK) When in reality he made a big parade while we was moving her body.

ANYWAY

It is an amazing book I won't say more because this is already too long but I CAN , JUST ASK!!

Yeah, good Portugal day to you!!!

Tagging some people because this took way too long for no-one to see ok

@anentirevaporeon @yuki-dreemurr @oatmealmcswagger @a-trench-coat-of-confused-worms

IF YOU READ THIS FAR PLS REBLOG TY!!!

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[sparkles-oflight]

Tea Spilling

Long time no see Jance fanfic readers...

Tonight I bring you: Nace needs comfort and so does Jan [pre-relationship]

It takes place post Eurovision

Synopsis: "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" - Luís Vaz de Camões

Jan didn't like the strange feeling he had when he first met Nace... but now he wants to be next to him all the time. This time, Nace needs someone to talk to and Jan is the one who will be there for him.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

“Whoaw, you really like to stare, uh?”, that’s what Nace told Jan when they first met.

Jan decided he wasn’t going to let the weird feeling he had that day win - the day Nace entered the studio next to Martin. He decided he wouldn’t let Nace be “Martin’s replacement”. Martin was who he wanted and Nace wasn’t going to take that away from him...

And yet, here he is entering Nace’s apartment, taking his shoes off, and greeting Nace’s dog. Here he is to help Nace when he needs it.

Nace told Jan he needed someone to talk to and usually that’s Kris’ job but he’s sick and Jan wasn’t going to leave him alone, nor did he want to. Jan tried to fight a lot against what he felt when he met Nace for months, but now he himself felt safe near Nace. He felt like a little schoolgirl being all over her crush but never taking the initiative...

- You can sit if you want. – Nace told him – Want some tea?

- Sure.

Jan sat on the sofa and rubbed Ollie’s belly to find some comfort in him...

Nace returned with two teacups and set them on the coffee table. Ollie turned his attention to Nace who received him with arms wide open and kissed him on the neck before sitting down next to Jan and rubbing Ollie’s belly himself.

- Thanks for coming today.

- Oh, it’s nothing.

Jan looked around. It’s not like it’s his first time here, but it’s his first time alone so he gets to observe the room: there are plants on some of the bookshelves, there are pictures of Nace’s family, some Fan art printed, and books of various things but most about music and animals. There’s a box overflowing with bracelets made by the fans, but no pictures of Nace, except for one – a picture of him and his girlfriend.

- So... what did you want to talk about? – Jan broke the silence after having bitten almost all the polish off his fingernails.

- I... – Nace cleared his throat – me and Nika broke up.

Jan looked at him and waited for Nace to say something.

- I’m sorry for just throwing this info onto you suddenly. I just didn’t want to make rodeos. – he adverted his gaze to Ollie.

- Do you... want to talk about it?

- She broke up with me because she said she didn’t want to be far away from me all the time and she needed someone to always be by her side.

Jan nodded and kept listening.

- I understand that, but I really love her, Jan. – Nace looked back at him – I need her too. I need her to be next to me and if it were for me, she would!

Jan noticed Nace’s eyes tears forming in his eyes, and he felt as if his heart had sunk to the floor. He had never seen him like that – he had never seen Nace sad.

Sure, Jan had seen Nace cry over frustration with something at the studio or of joy when he was with them, but he had never seen Nace heartbroken which made him want to cry with him.

- But I know she can’t... and she never will now. – he started crying and hugged Ollie.

Jan didn’t know whether to hug Nace or let him be. He’s clearly putting some distance between them, but yet again why would he call Jan if he didn’t want support? Jan wasn’t sure what to do...

He put his hand on his chest and took a deep breath before taking Nace’s hands and softly squeezing them.

Their eyes met and neither said a word. Instead, Jan started breathing slowly and Nace followed his breath’s rhythm even though he could feel Jan was shaking and his skin was chilly.

- Thank you. – Nace muttered removing his glasses and cleaning his eyes with his hand.

- You’re welcome. I know it’s not easy... Me and my last girlfriend broke up over something similar too... – he cleared his throat – It is hard to love in a band.

- Yeah, I know. – he put his glasses back on and grabbed Jan’s hands again – It’s just too much pressure. There’s a whole world looking at us and we have to put that world as our priority if we want to make it and it’s just... Not fair for the others around us.

- Do you regret joining us?

- Nah. You guys are like my family. – Nace smiled and circled Jan’s hand with his thumb.

Jan was surprised by that statement, so he decided to drink a bit of his tea.

- Let me just-

Jan picked up the cup and immediately had to let it go due to its heat. The tea fell on the mat and in his shoes and a bit on his jeans.

- SHIT! IT’S BURNING!

- I’m so sorry! – Nace ran to the kitchen.

When he returned, he gave Jan a wet cloth to put in his fingers and brought him some napkins to clean himself. Nace noticed Jan’s fingers had open wounds from playing the guitar earlier today...

- I’m sorry, Jan. I should have warned you. I’m so stupid.

But Jan didn’t reply.

- I could wash your shoes... The napkins can’t do much.

Jan didn’t reply again.

- Hey, Jan? – Nace touched his shoulder – Are you okay?

- I’m just so tired! – Jan lashed out but then he started shaking again – I’m so tired, Nace...

Nace sat next to Jan again and laid his head against his, looking straight into the guitarist's eyes.

Jan could feel the older one’s breath against his, nose on nose, hand on hand. He could feel his heart skipping beats while he admired those big brown eyes. It felt as if both were on stage, and they were safe from the cruelty outside of the concert’s venue.

- A sem ti povedal kdaj, kako lepo dišiš mi…? - “Have I ever told you how good you smell?” Jan quoted.

Nace smiled.

- Do you forgive me?

- I wasn’t even mad at you... I just... sometimes I lash out at people. I’m sorry you saw that.

- Hey, if you need someone to lash out at, I’m here.

- No, Nace. – he massaged his forehead – You don’t deserve it. I need to work through this on my own.

- And I can help you with that... – Nace hugged him – I’m going to get you some band-aids. Do you want to spend the night here?  I can spare you some of my clothes.

- Thank you... But I really don’t need it.

- I do. – Nace broke apart from their embrace – Could you please stay tonight?

Jan couldn’t figure out whether Nace really needed him or if he just wanted to keep an eye on him but even so...

- Okay, you win, Mister Jordan. – Jan smiled.

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Afternote: I actually re-used some bits and pieces of a fanfic I deleted for this one...

I don't write more Jance only because I find them harder to write than BoKris? With BoKris, I basically have "the whole little porridge made for me", as we say in Portuguese (I have all the work done for me), thanks to their history.

Jance is different. Jance is more mature, (I swear I've been holding back going on a rant about Jan for so long) and I think I don't know how that feels like?

I mean, I also don't know how BoKris feels like, but there's more info to work with and they give me "high school crush" vibes all over the place and I can write that reality more easily thanks to that.

Jance... Jance is special. I love it. And because I love it, I don't want it to be fake.

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: Por Qué

[lidensword]

Dois génios da literatura portuguesa incompreendidos pelos seus contemporâneos (o costume).

[isomerando]

Ao Desconcerto do Mundo

"Os bons vi sempre passar No mundo graves tormentos; E para mais me espantar, Os maus vi sempre nadar Em mar de contentamentos.

Cuidando alcançar assim O bem tão mal ordenado, Fui mau, mas fui castigado. Assim que, só para mim, Anda o mundo concertado."

Luís Vaz de Camões

[rabbitcruiser]

The Luís Vaz De Camões Monument was inaugurated on October 9, 1867.

[lembrancasdariqueza]

O início desta preciosa viagem de aprendizagem

Olá a todos! O meu nome é Samira Pinto e sou estudante universitária de Línguas Modernas na Universidade Central da Venezuela.

Este será um espaço de reflexão conhecido como portfólio da disciplina CTT (ou Culturas, Temas e Textos) de Português sobre textos e figuras históricas específicas, a saber: a Rainha Santa, D. Pedro I, Pedro, o Cru, o Interregno de 1383-1385, Fernão Lopes e as suas crónicas, o Mestre de Avis e a Ínclita Geração, Luís Vaz de Camões e Os Lusíadas, e, finalmente, a Dinastia de Bragança/Casa de Bragança. Contudo, mais do que um espaço, será um processo de auto-aprendizagem reflexiva e progressiva, em que, neste formato digital, se dividirá em publicações por temáticas.

Estas serão divididas da seguinte forma: contexto histórico, com especial atenção para as figuras históricas e as questões sociais; contexto literário das obras, se possível; biografia dos autores e resumo da obra; finalmente, comentário literário, que pode analisar elementos como o estilo de escrita, o significado ou os temas do texto em relação à sua cultura e importância. Assim, as publicações incluirão, nas referências ou na própria publicação, áudios, vídeos, texto escrito ou mesmo ilustrações.

Por isso, tal como o nome da disciplina sugere, o tema deste portfólio reflexivo basear-se-á em estes conteúdos artísticos, críticos e literários sobre obras literárias da língua portuguesa, que irão descobrindo e conhecendo à medida que eu as vou conhecendo e estudando: terão uma visão única da minha opinião, visão e sentimentos sobre os tópicos que iremos aprender!

Assim, o objetivo deste trabalho será o de conhecer estes temas ao ponto de poder estabelecer uma ligação entre eles que signifique um impacto individual, entendendo e compreendendo a relevância de cada um deles enquanto elemento singular e coletivo pertencente à cultura lusófona. Assim, convidamo-lo a desfrutar das publicações informativas e reflexivas para compreender e partilhar a cultura portuguesa a nível nacional e internacional.

Sem mais demoras, terão uma bela viagem de aprendizagem.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒───⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒──⭒─⭑─⭒─⚝

Em seguida, encontrará um índice que o ajudará a percorrer este portfólio:

(A primeira abordagem à monarquia portuguesa: O contexto histórico de Pedro, o Cru de António Patrício): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/755391599907946496/a-primeira-abordagem-%C3%A0-monarquia-portuguesa?source=share

(O contexto da obra Pedro, o Cru e um pouco sobre o seu autor, António Patrício): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/755464941204602880/o-contexto-da-obra-pedro-o-cru-e-um-pouco-sobre-o?source=share

(Pedro, o Cru (1918) do António Patrício: uma história comovente de amor e morte): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/756032327174553600/pedro-o-cru-1918-de-ant%C3%B3nio-patricio-uma?source=share

(Pedro, o Cru (1918): as dualidades da cultura e da história portuguesas): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/756294298564182016/pedro-o-cru-1918-as-dualidades-da-cultura-e-da?source=share

(A segunda abordagem à monarquia portuguesa: o interregno de 1383-1385 entre a Dinastia Afonsina e a Dinastia de Avis): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/756510192651370497/a-segunda-abordagem-%C3%A0-monarquia-portuguesa-o?source=share

(Fernão Lopes e o seu legado: as suas crónicas): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/756551875757850624/fern%C3%A3o-lopes-o-cronista-que-retratou-o-povo?source=share

(As crónicas que retrataram o povo português em alma e luta: D. Pedro I, D. Fernando I e D. João I pelo Fernão Lopes): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757217053496229888/as-cr%C3%B3nicas-que-retrataram-o-povo-portugu%C3%AAs-em?source=share

(A terceira abordagem à monarquia portuguesa: os filhos predilectos do Mestre de Avis, a Ínclita Geração): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757222084099342336/a-terceira-aproxima%C3%A7%C3%A3o-%C3%A0-dinastia-portuguesa-os?source=share

(O escritor que retratou de forma épica Portugal e algumas das suas figuras históricas: Luís Vaz de Camões): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757222268375056384/o-escritor-que-retratou-de-forma-%C3%A9pica-portugal-e?source=share

(O pai da língua portuguesa: Luís Vaz de Camões e o seu percurso na literatura): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757222305724252160/o-pai-da-l%C3%ADngua-portuguesa-lu%C3%ADs-vaz-de-cam%C3%B5ese-o?source=share

(A Dinastia de Bragança vs A Casa de Bragança: o passagem da história monárquica): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757488674725380096/a-dinastia-de-braganca?source=share

(O incrível mundo da literatura que liga a cultura e a história portuguesas: passado e hoje): https://www.tumblr.com/lembrancasdariqueza/757488724060831744/o-incr%C3%ADvel-mundo-da-literaria-que-une-a-cultura-e?source=share

[lovely-number-7]

"Love is a fire that burns unseen" by Luís Vaz de Camões

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,

@sissytobitch10seconds last one, I swear, but this one reminds me of Blitzø and Fizz

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Grand Portugal 2022 National Costume

My national costume is a representation of the Tagus nymphs, called "Tágides" by André Resende and popularized by our greatest poet and father of the Portuguese language: Luís Vaz de Camões. Famous for being the Portuguese Shakespeare. He wrote the national epic "Os Lusíadas" back in the sixteenth century when these mythological creatures would inspire him to write down the biggest achievements of the Portuguese people.

The epopee describes in verse Vasco da Gama's trip to India across the oceans. It was the first time such trip happened and the Portuguese navigators where pioneers to the discoveries.

Camões asks on behalf of the Portuguese people protection of the nymphs and asks for strength to overcome the dangers they might face alone in the ocean (induction of the church in saying that the ocean is where the world ended and monstrous beings existed there) and with delight to the nymphs they will spread the great deed with reference to the muses.

The traditional Portuguese ship named Caravela Portuguesa (part of my national costume) is still today a symbol for this period in Portuguese history. The epic poem talks about the Lusitanian history regarding the conquests of African colonies and some in Asia, showing the great power of the Portuguese who valued their great Kings and when great warriors died in battles.

The "Tágides" live in the Tagus river by Lisbon, our beautiful capital, and 450 years later they're protecting me in this journey to Miss Grand International 2022 held in Indonesia, therefore I am bringing you a bit of my country - Portugal - with the reference to them :)