The cactus, flower of the night, closed its cup
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Era a hora em que o cacto, a flor da noite, fechava o seu cálice cheio das gotas de orvalho com que destila o seu perfume, temendo que o sol crestasse a alvura diáfana de suas pétalas.
It was the hour when the cactus, the flower of the night, closed its cup full of the dew-drops with which it distills its perfume, fearing the sun might scorch the diaphanous whiteness of its petals.
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