Sonnet of Fidelity (Vinicius de Moraes)
Of everything, I will be attentive to my love Before, and with such zeal, and always, and as much That even in the face of the greatest charm My thoughts are more enchanted by him.
I want to live it in every moment And in praise I will spread my song And laugh my laughter and spill my tears Your grief or your contentment.
And so, when you look for me later Who knows death, anguish of those who live Who knows loneliness, the end of those who love
I can tell me about the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts.