Once i saw a lady near my bed, all dressed in white. Was she an angel? Or a demon? - it does not matter. Her beauty was unlikely to be seen again, leaving me forever with an unanswered questions.
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Tecelã de Sonhos - Poesia D'água
PoetryMyths, Dreams and Poetry. port/eng it is a hymn as much as it is an obsession - but isn't it holy? - Vim d'uma morosa manhã de abril, cresci como coruja cantante na copa do pau-brasil, tornei-me como bruma e desfiz-me...
