Why are there no borders
Between lies and life
Before the virginal knees
I was born in the dalliance of light and shades of the waterfall
And waited to bite the fruits
Through one world or a century
And they were bitter inside
I return to the scent of home
The island which swims through night and water
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Muchas gracias por reblogging, señor Luiz Anízio. Agradezco su amabilidad.
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