Lately, I’ll pick up a book, stick with it for a bit, and then set it aside and forget about it. In no particular order, here’s a peek at what’s in my TBFR (to be finished reading) pile.
My mother hates when I say, “I’m sorry.” I never used to understand that until recently.
While the kids in the preschool class are singing songs for the end of year presentation we’re putting on to show the parents that their children really did learn something this year, I decided to give my students something I didn’t get much of in Portuguese school: poetry.
And since this is me we’re talking about, this week we did Fernando Pessoa’s Mar Portugues. I wrote about why this poem has had such an impact on my life, so go check that out if you haven’t already because I’m diving right in.
If you’ve heard me talk about anything Portuguese for any length of time, I’ll eventually start gushing about my literary boyfriend: Fernando Pessoa.
Happy World Poetry Day, everyone! Here’s one of my favorites: As Ilhas Afortunadas by Fernando Pessoa.
I left the house and walked out into a veil of fog that silenced the usual morning noises and shrouded the usual morning sights. It felt like a fitting way to start a week in a newly unfamiliar world.
Unrepentant fangirl that I am, I had a Fernando Pessoa quote immediately leap to mind to describe how I felt.
Luis de Camões wasn’t some poet scribbling down his musings from his ivory tower. He was a certified badass. He’s … More