Um noite vazia, um ser desperto, confissões do espírito suspensas na brisa.
A lua e as estrelas, minhas únicas cúmplices.
O mundo prossegue o seu curso, indiferente, meramente como se eu não existisse.

segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2009

A World


I dreamt with a world of light
A world of hope
A world of creativity
A world of stories and memories
A world of choices and goals
A world of legends and myths
A world of wise and ignorance
Where you exchange glances, words and gestures
Amazements, mysteries and secrets
Cries, tears and smiles
A world where you give the arm and not the hand
A world that was built step to step

And in the end, I discovered that this world was our ...
… but sometimes we don’t recognize it

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