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Florbela Espanca (1894–1930) is one of Portugal's most celebrated poets. This bilingual anthology allows English-speaking readers to see why she deserves to be more widely known. Her poetry speaks passionately of longing, love and sexual liberation against the backdrop of the interwar années folles. After her untimely demise in 1930, Espanca quickly became the stuff of legend, thanks to the captivating combination of a tumultuous life-story and a string of signature sonnets that alternate between feelings of crushing failure and proclamations of lust for life. This bilingual antology, edited by Cláudia Pazos-Alonso, with illustrations by Margarida Fleming and translation by Simon Park, allows English-speaking readers to see why Espanca deserves to be widely known.
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Poetry isn't only about phonetics, where words have to rhyme, and sentences have strict structure. Poetry is all about senses, where each sentence is like an actor playing a scene, for a public hungry of feelings. The secret of this staging, is to stimulate the reader's imagination, in a way to allow him to draw each scenario in the dimension of his dreams. Truly, poetry is the ability to create new universes.
The studies brought together in this volume were published over the last thirty years and are concerned, directly or indirectly, with the Portuguese presence in India between about 1500 and 1650. They have been arranged into four groups of which the first, 'The Portuguese in India', includes pieces on the changing character of the empire in India, Goa in the 17th century, the Portuguese India Company of 1628-33, smugglers, the great famine of the early 1630s and the ceremonial induction process for new viceroys. A second group focuses on the life, career and background of the count of Linhares, before, during and after his term as viceroy at Goa. The third group consists of studies on travel and communications between India and Portugal, both by sea and by land. The collection concludes with studies under the heading of 'historiography and problems of interpretation', on Charles Boxer as a biographer, and on Vasco da Gama's reputation for violence.
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This volume in political epistemology offers a comprehensive discussion of the multiple applicability of Gramscian concepts and categories to the historical, sociological, and cultural analysis of science. The authors argue that the perspective of hegemony and subalternity allows us critically to assess the political directedness of scientific practices as well as to reflect on the ideological status of disciplines that deal with science at a meta-level – historical, socio-historical, and epistemological. Contributors include: Massimiliano Badino, Javier Balsa, Lino Camprubí, Ana Carneiro, Luís Miguel Carolino, Riccardo Ciavolella, Roger Cooter, Alina-Sandra Cucu, Maria Paula Diogo, Isabel Jiménez Lucena, Annelies Lannoy, Jorge Molero Mesa, Agustí Nieto-Galan, Pietro Daniel Omodeo, Matteo Realdi, Jaume Sastre-Juan, Arne Schirrmacher, Ana Simões, Carlos Tabernero Holgado, and Carlos Ziller Camenietzki.
''Every time there is a time to be, to disperse and dream. It has been this way; it is this way, in this eternity that took us apart and this moment brought us together again, into each other’s arms, filling the immortality with ancient spirituality, with wisdom of the Goddess, with the experience of one lover who lost himself just to find you.''
We often come to someone's life to give the best of us. We came without warning, we've arrived without knocking at the door, because it may be necessary to arrive by surprise, or otherwise, they won't let us in. I came to your life like this, on a day when nothing you foresaw it, in which you were broken and I had to give you the hand, the arm and the hug that ended up in a kiss. I got because it made sense to arrive now, to dig into the briar that you let create around your spirit. Everything seemed to make sense, it seemed, i say that, because underneath it all, it was just me and the illusion of my mission in you.
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There are stories that were born to not be, this was one of them. Souls from completely opposite worlds tried to find themselves halfway nowhere. What could have been was not because what we allow ourselves to be was no more than preconceived ideas and based on appearances that are not always what they seem. A story without history, a tale with nothing to tell, other than oral reliefs in poetic prose.