She raises the way to hell,
with her glass slippers.
Bewitching any prince,
who pose before his eyes.
Cinderella, pretty plebeian,
of the night she's the queen.
Part of the Universe of LIRA+VERSO
Noite escura, calada e fria,
As sombras se arrastam lentas
Entre as ruas tortuosas e vazias,
Cobertas de névoa densa...
Wrote this poem and it took me a few hours... Still don't know why, despite that, I hope it makes sense for you as much as it did for me.
With Artbreeder I created a few pictures using the poem's name, I put one at the beginning and another at the end :)
Certa vez, durante o trabalho, fechei os olhos e ouvi as palavras...voando no ar como que pássaros estrelados.
Senti meus pés afundarem nas areias molhadas de uma praia distante. O som das ondas marolaram uma canção, carregada pela brisa...
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