Saudade by Miguel Falabella

Saudade for a brother who lives far off. Saudade for a childhood waterfall. Saudade for the flavour of a fruit never to be found again. Saudade for the father who died, for the imaginary friend who never existed. Saudade for a city. Saudade for ourselves, when we see that time doesn’t forgive us. All these saudades hurt. But the saudade that hurts the most is the one for someone beloved