days lapse until the whole opens the chest
my face tends to ignore clouds
the whole revelation shapes my ignorance
the future founds again All-possible-Time
my future lips seldom burning more than now
change of faith
within love
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
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...
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