Meu Brasil é com S.
S de samba, sorriso e saudade.
Sempre levando a vida,
Com dois dedinhos de prosa
E uma rede a beira do mar.
Porque não são todos que podem
Bater a mão no peito com orgulho
Brandar em alto e bom som
Que pertecem àquele que luta
Aquele que não larga um samba.
Que vive cheio de sorrisos.
Aquele que dá saudades.
Pátria amada Brasil.
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Written June 15th, 2006
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wow...i am portuguese also, and though i don't know enough to throw a decent sentence together, i could pretty well translate your words, and it thrilled me to read something written in a different language...you're extremely fluent. i love that. awesome write!!
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A wonderfully artistic expression in another language. I am portuguese myself and know only very little when it comes to speaking it. I did however pick up on a few words here and as Individuality, went to a translation site to fill in the parts I did not understand. I commend you greatly on the pride you take in your native land of Brasil. A unique piece indeed and one that is just written with a class all its own. Nicely Done!
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Fingers of prose - delicately touching pride in heritage
i went to a translation site to get the gist of your poem as i do not speak Portuguese. spill ink and twist me into the shape of love...
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