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| Imagem: Vento forte nas folhas de uma palmeira, com o mar ao fundo, fim da descrição. |
Why is the wind so
quiet?
Where is all that
eloquent
Talk about the
distance?
Why I cannot hear
all those
Whispering laments,
while
I cry into the
darkness?
The wind told me
just lies,
There is no distance
and
Mistakes nor hope.
But my soul is
always open
To understand and
love,
As free as it can
be.
(Be quiet dear wind,
go another way.)
