The ultimate night.
Searching in the dawn, some desire,
asleep in the arms of stars and embracing the full moon,
I dream of the days when thought
to be happy and I know that never was.
The anguish of that will never be
and I know that one day I had,
my head would circling the sunshine,
this was not the presence of the misty shadows
of those who went and got the better part of me.
Life becomes the eyes and brings me
in the past watching every step
might to give in the future.
Fantasies missed among the falls
and missteps do not feed the soul;
only reflect what I tried in this morning
and will never get ultimate long night ...
RITA DE CASSIA TIRADENTES LOURES
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