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English to Portuguese: Brownstone General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English SHE HELD IT tightly to her chest, as though her unwavering determination could fulfill her prophecy. There was a time when a mere nod of her head could send the will of men withering from her sight before the red locks of her hair fell back into place. That time has long since passed, stepping aside until the day it shall reign again.
Her day.
No one saw her enter the temple coveted under the moonless night, like felt shifting on black satin. The night breeze cool across her back as she slipped passed the entrance.
No one must see.
Translation - Portuguese ELA O SEGUROU FIRMEMENTE contra seu peito, como se a sua determinação inabalável pudesse fazer cumprir sua profecia. Houve um tempo quando um simples assentir de cabeça poderia fazer com que a vontade dos homens enfraquecesse antes mesmo que as mechas do seu cabelo vermelho voltassem ao lugar. Mas isso acabou há muito tempo, ficando de lado até o dia em que reinar novamente.
O dia dela.
Ninguém a viu entrar no templo escondida na noite sem lua, como se deslocando em cetim preto. O frio da noite soprou nas suas costas quando ela deslizou através da entrada.
Ninguém deve ver.
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Years of experience: 8. Registered at ProZ.com: Aug 2019.
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