Reflexão
Pessoas são aquarelas
e suas paletas, sequelas
de cores diferentes;
são borras crescentes
escorridas de tempestades,
de arco-iris; e, de repente
uma pintura de gente
em tons de ambiguidades..
Ode to Self
I have abandoned you again I've been distracted by my wordly demons and star-crossing my illusions and loneliness. I've been stucked in the middle of the room and let the walls allienate me. And I could think of nothing else but the one apart from my own miserable, unwarned soul - The one I'm yet to be. I've deserted you for too long and I'm not yet back but I do hear you... loud and clear I've been such a dellusional little mind An uncontrolable dream freak And I apologize. - Ana Monteiro
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