...
then the sun came out of the clouds
and charged up the satellites
we all got our energy back and started talking again
it’s the blessed routine
for the good the bad and the queen
walking out of dreams with no physical wounds at all
...
A Leitora, no seu infinito particular (XLIX)
Luís Mourão
10.3.07 |
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