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The Legend

The legend that slept tells

An enchanted princess

Who would only wake up

An Infant, who would come

Beyond the road wall.

He had to, tried,

Overcoming evil and good,

Before, already released,

Leave the wrong way

For what the Princess comes.

The Sleeping Princess,

If you wait, sleeping wait,

Dreams your life in death,

And decorate his forgotten forehead,

Green, a wreath of ivy.

Far away the Infant, hardworking,

Without knowing what purpose it has,

Break the doomed path,

He is ignored from her,

She is nobody to him.

But each fulfills Fate

She sleeping delighted,

He searching for her with no sense

By the divine process

That makes the road exist.

And although it is obscure

Everything down the road,

And false, it comes safe,

And overcoming road and wall,

She gets to sleep where she lives,

And, still dizzy from what had happened,

At the head, in salt air,

Raise your hand, and find ivy,

And see that he himself was

The sleeping princess.

Poet: Fernando Pessoa

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