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Come, my dear Daniel,

Take my hand and go out the window,

The rosy clouds await us overhead.

Let's slip through that silky color of cotton candy,

Support your bare feet on the purple cloud below

And watch the sun lay down sly and pour

Its crown of golden thorns.

And when the night comes, oh! wistful night !,

Don't belittle my outstretched hand, brother!

Come with me, jump from star to star,

Not from branch to branch.

Don't you see them shining up here?

Rub those small and skeptical eyes.

Let's go without fear, because the night cries out for flying souls

Souls full of soul!

Come on, we have no time to waste.

A tail of a shooting star has just accepted my request for redemption.

She awaits us now, beyond these stars that spill us

Its fine magic dust above.

Let's fill our empty souls with childhood

And go for our rescue

In the tail of that shooting star.


Aug. 26, 2020, midnight 2 Report Embed Follow story
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C Clark Carbonera “A utopia está lá no horizonte. Me aproximo dois passos, ela se afasta dois passos. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia? Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar.” Fã de carteirinha de Buffy - The Vampire Slayer.

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Aleah Kate Aleah Kate
I love it. Absolutely mesmerizing poetry. Thanks for sharing.
September 12, 2020, 22:19

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