Lua de Anatólia (III)
IV Autum A touch of cold in the Autumn night –/ I walked abroad,/ And saw the ruddy moon lean over a …
IV Autum A touch of cold in the Autumn night –/ I walked abroad,/ And saw the ruddy moon lean over a …
III Ó Lua encantada no fundo do poço, Moirinha da Mágoa! O balde descia, quimeras de Moço! Trazia só água… (António Nobre, Só) Houve na alvorada …