Of
friendship,
of
love,
in
the
presence
of
the
absent,
is
tasty
pain,
happy
pain,
that
goes
right
to
the
heart.
To
feel
saudade
is
to
want
so
close
the
loved
one.
It
is
thinking
about
going,
wanting
to
regress.
It
is
bringing
into
sight
what
doesn’t
come
to
view.
To
feel
saudade
is
to
dive
into
the
infinite,
looking
for
company,
imagining
smiles,
coloring
dreams.
Saudade
is
feeling’s
transfusion,
comfort’s
invitation,
infinite
love,
endless
warmth.
“Saudade”
is
happiness
that
hurts,
a
pain
that
relieves.
Wanderlino
Arruda
