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1 " Every pain is repeated in other places and other lives, every joy is repeated in other places and other lives. "
― Luís Alexandre Ribeiro Branco , Aphorisms of a Restless Soul
2 " Your face expresses a simple majesty, your look is that of a captive princess. "
― Luís Alexandre Ribeiro Branco , My Simple Verses
3 " Your face expresses a simple majesty,Your look is that of a captive princess,Your lips have a slight smile andThis shows your glory of being a woman. "
― Luís Alexandre Ribeiro Branco , Small Portion
4 " Daisy, simple and discreet flower,That earned the heart of this poet. "
5 " Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone? "
6 " Little,It is a small measureBut can you measure love? "
7 " My poetry is the highest valuable thing I have to make you smile... "
8 " Poetry is born of a lack of love, born of a crazy and impossible passion... "
9 " I feel like shredded paper thrown to the wind, each poet took a piece of me and wrote a word or phrase... "
10 " I’m on a long journey around and through myself... "
11 " I was overcome by the simplicity of the brook and abandoned my envy and desire for bravery, and simply prayed: “Lord, give me the quietness of the waters of this little brook and like it I will amalgamate myself in thee! "
12 " The important thing in life is to be. "
13 " I am the poet with scaring words and blurred letters. I do not know if my poetry is a blessing or a curse. "
14 " Friendship is a mysterious encounter that takes place in the soul. "
15 " Friendship knows no color, nationality, race and social level, friendship knows no age and gender, friendship knows no distance. "
16 " Every soul yearns for freedom. "
17 " Desejo, palavra com seis letras e tantos significados.Na vida tanto é virtude como infâmia. "
― Luís Alexandre Ribeiro Branco , Versos Meus
18 " Consciência, nome estranho e feminino, coloca-se como a senhora da vida. "
19 " E tu mulher mal amada por que te aborreces com o poeta? Teu desprezo a poesia é resultado da tua alma ferida. "
20 " Ao poeta não se rouba a poesia, pois ela morre, tornando-se corpo putrificado, que ao invés de vida cheira a morte. "
