O olhar é horizonte The look is horizon
Cavo stones paths
Idolize the inset
And I stand, solitary island.
Taste of salt in the body,
Falls in Sweet Sea
Spraying, grass between islands.
The Kiss star perpetuates
It's game tape in the trees.
Lightens on maternal wills
The desire never docked.
Go to the far horizon and live there.
Rio de Janeiro, April 12, 2014, Diana Balis. (sorry for the translation, I do not speak English well. )Foto Diana Balis.
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