— Saudade is a metal screw.
And when a safe thread falls;
It only enters by many twists.
Because by hitting it won’t do;
And when it rusts in the walls;
[Not even] distorting it leaves.
— Saudade is like the wind.
It doesn’t stop at the blinds;
And in every home it enters,
It lives (de trop) but centred.
It locks the doors and hearts.
‘My voice’ is stuck to dispel it.
Unaided, I only feel saudade,
Solo (because) I cannot sell it.
— Ricardo Sexton