Ela me sorri olhares de vergonha
Escondida no retrato espelhado, está a sua angústia
sua dor de observar o belo debaixo da chuva
Nela, nada mais
Massa de modelar nas mãos da cama que lhe acende
Não tem bola ou boneco
Brinquedo, é o pingo forte a lhe desabrigar
Fuga. Nua e feia.
Conhece as flores e o eco
Mas soa apenas o latidode fúria, impregnado na sua(?) insensatez
são pulsões, menina-eu
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It's so nice for me to have found this blog of yours, it's so interesting. I sure hope and wish that you take courage enough to pay me a visit in my PALAVROSSAVRVS REX!, and plus get some surprise. My blog is also so cool!
Feel free off course to comment as you wish and remember: don't take it wrong, don't think that this visitation I make is a matter of more audiences for my own blogg. No. It's a matter of making universal, realy universal, all this question of bloggs, all the essential causes that bring us all together.
I think it's to UNITE MANKIND that we became bloggers! Don't see language as an obstacle. That's not the point. Pictures talk also. Open your heart and come along!!!!!
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