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18.6.15
"Gosto de tirar os sapatos no carro, levantar as pernas e colocar os pés no tablier. Fiz muita viagem assim, recostando o banco do lugar do morto, semicerrando os olhos de moleza . Olhava para os meus pés durante rectas, curvas e descidas indetermináveis. Ontem, vi pela primeira vez os pés de uma velha. Foi o fim do sonho easy go easy come para voltar a ir, de vez."
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11.6.15
"Heaven"— is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree — Provided it do hopeless — hang — That —"He aven" is — to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud — The interdicted Land — Behind the Hill — the House behind — There — Paradise — is found! Her teasing Purples — Afternoons — The credulous — decoy — Enamored — of the Conjuror — That spurned us — Yesterday! "
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2.6.15
"Come on now try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand as the sun descends They can't touch you now, Can't touch you now, can't touch you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us With love we sleep With doubt the vicious circle Turns and burns Without you I cannot live Forgive, the yearning burning I believe it's time, too real to feel So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because tonight there are two lovers If we believe in the night we trust Because tonight there are two lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us"
1.6.15
"I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies so blue and clouds of white The bright blessed days, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you" I hear babies cry, I watch them grow They'll learn much more, than I'll never know And I think to myself, what a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world"
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