infant skin filled with pure questions hurting other questions
and silence struggling
the story betrays a circle of myths and traumas
and she beats her seconds against some bones and muscles of hers
her chest and limbs tremble
again at the extreme beginning
I don't want that excessive night to happen
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African waters: Very first Exclamation
Can you fall in love and swim in love and wave in love as if it were a miracle of flowing waters? This is the Wisdom of the Beginning. Stay...
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Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro... -
Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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