quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2009

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when shall we speak

out of our hearts,

not messaging through a small display,

as small as something

that gave up beating?

when will I look into your eyes

and say: my soul, my heart,


forgetting about codes,

or whatever,

then gaze into the skies,

discovering oneself

in a half moon...

full of gentle praises
(inspirado num poema de blindness)
(imagem retirada da net: posição de meia lua)

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