Literature
Florbela Espanca
Florbela Espanca (Vila Viçosa, Portugal, 8th of December of 1894 — Matosinhos, Portugal, 8th of December of 1930), Baptized as Flor Bela de Alma da Conceição Espanca.
Precursor of the feminine movement in Portugal, her life of only 36 years, was full, even if it were tumultuous, restless and full of intimately suffering that the author transformed in a high level of poetry, loaded with eroticization, femininity and pantheism.
In 1903, Florbela Espanca wrote her first poem that we have know, "Life and Death".
She got married in her Birthday at 1913, with Alberto Moutinho.
Concluded her Literacy course in 1917, signing immediately in the Law course, being the first woman to participate this course in the Lisbon University.
She suffered a spontaneous abortion in 1919, year that she would publish her "Book of Remorse".
It was on this period that Florbela starts to reveal the first symptoms of mental illness.
In 1921 splited from Alberto Moutinho, starting to face the social prejudice due to it.
In the following year she got married for the second time with António Guimarães.
The book "Soror Saudade", (no translation), is published in 1923.
Florbela suffered another abortion and her new husband asked for divorce.
In 1925 got married for the third time with Mário Laje.
Her brother's death, Apeles (in a plain crash), shakes her deeply and inspires her to write "Masks from Destiny".
She tried suicide for 2 times, one in October and then in November of 1930, on the eve of the publishing of her master piece, "Charneca em Flor".
After being diagnosed with pulmonary edema, she suicides in her birthday, 8th of December of 1930, using a highly dose of Veronal (Barbital).
"Charneca em Flor" was published in January of 1931.
Miss you
Miss you! Yes... maybe... and why not?...
If our dream was so high ans strong
How i thought that I saw him till death
Dazzle my heart with the light!
Forget! For what?... Ah! how is vain!
That all of this, Love, don't mind us.
If he left beauty that comfort
Must be as sacred as bread!
How many times, Love, I forgot you,
To madly I remember,
More madly I remember you!
I wish I was always like this:
Lesser I wanted to remember
More the missing was stuck in me!
Florbela Espanca
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