For my Muse

Idyll, by Antero de Quental
When we go both, hand in hand,
Gather in the lily valleys and boninas,
And we climbed the hills in a breath
From the dews of the still dewy night;

Or, seeing the sea, from the ridge-tops,
We gaze at the evening clouds,
That look like fantastic ruins
In the distance, on the horizon, piled up:

How often are you suddenly silent!
I don't know what light floats in your eyes;
I feel your hand trembling, and you turn pale...

The wind and sea murmur prayers,
And the poetry of things is insinuated
Slow and loving in our hearts.

The Muse!
I have a muse
Like all artists who veil their art.
The Muse inspires you
To write....
To compose....
To paint....
She is limitless....
Her love brings peace and joy...
We can't stop her strength..
All welcome your visit
But it's up to each one to know how to receive it!
She's intense...
She can and should be loved by everyone!
And if she matches, breeding fountains
if it will open and your artistic soul will be fully rewarded
And she will be loved in an extraordinary way!
Don't refuse the Muse... maybe you don't even know you have one.
She is subtle...
She has beautiful shapes and her beauty is unparalleled.
Her eyes upon her will shine.
Love your Muse and let her fly
She will come back fuller and with beautiful gifts for you.
Seek your Muse!
Open your heart for her to land.
And cherish her love!
by Paulo

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