Amalia at 9 months

O Fado Chora-se Bem

Moram numa rua escura
A tristeza e a amargura 
A angústia e a solidão
No mesmo quarto fechado
Também lá mora o meu fado
E mora meu coração

Tantos passos temos dado
Nós as três de braço dado
Eu a tristeza e a amargura
À noite um fado chorado
Sai deste quarto fechado
E enche esta rua tão escura

Somo vizinhos do tédio
Senhor que não tem remédio
Na persistência que tem
Vem persistência que tem
Vem p'ró meu quarto fechado
Senta-se ali a meu lado
Não deixa entrar mais ninguém

Nesta risonha morada
Não ha lugar p'ra mais nada
Não cabe lá mais ninguém
Só lá cabe mais um fado
Que neste quarto fechado
O fado chora-se bem

Amália Rodrigues

9 months


Ivanhoe-Iskandar di Altobello Ferrofarah Gomez di Campovalano Gino Gomez del Citone
Farah di Campovalano
Nikita For Eternity Gamon di Campovalano
Bereta Renewal
Sergius Aleksandrija Svetlana CAYA Dogzilla Alfa Adelante Del Citone
Come As You Are Alabama
Adel-Adriana de Vinko Baron Nike Renewal
Ak-Yar Andromeda

The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:

"That is a hat."

Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

The Little Prince