o horror da morte alheia, é que nos lembra da nossa.

Na barriga do tempo nada é  como vemos
O que quer que seja, lampeja pra dentro
nao é senao tarefa da memória
O presente intocável que nos escapa.

We get used to whatever we are.

Love is an ancient tune.

jogador

Vou apostar no amor pra ver se dá sorte.

A vida é esse sonho estranho, do qual ninguém quer ser acordado.

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Life is this weird dream, from which none of us wish to be waken up.

A bride called Sun

If I was to tell the size inside of me
I should say it does not fit this tiny body
such a spacious thing. This morning
I watched the Sun rise up slowly
amidst the morning fog
As a groom whose bride's beauty 
shines so high that
it has to be covered by a veil. 
There I've seen her face behind the mask 
of clouds in detail
The Sun shone through and I 
saw her face directly
in a way she'd never let me.