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In my life,
I have known many unfortunates ,
And unbelievers, ,
Maybe more ,
Than happier ,
And excited...,
There are many who ,
Tease you with ,
Negativism, ,
Few who ,
Tan themselves with the rosy colors,
Of optimism...,
I just want to see ,
During my lifetime ,
In this world,
The scenery in the early morning, ,
With wild birds chirping, ,
in divine flights, ,
Colors of the morning dawn...,
The flowers, the perfumes
Shall pass,
The dreams that hold on
The moments,
The hand we
Cherish,
The soul bearing
Our heart....
At the end, we can only see
The gifts that the spirit
Has consecrated,
Stars that lost
Their routes,
God's voice showing us
What was left...
I sent my crumbs
To the desert of time past.
Today I carved myself in dreams,
Profiling a beloved face.
I'm a very ripe fruit,
Ready to be peeled
By the poem that lures
My bluish horizon.
Dreams and deserts don't match,
A desert exempts us from nothing,
In dreams, colors combine,
Illusion is a wing...
Translated by Thereza Chistina Rocque da Motta
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