terça-feira, 4 de novembro de 2014

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everything seems so far away now, like one of those blurred dreams you have on a hot sweaty night
you squeeze your closed eyes and try to see it better, but you can't really see it any longer
only feel it
i still can feel it, all that pleasure slowly growing inside of me, contracting all my muscles
until it all burst in a big puddle of farewell tears
it took me 6 hours to start crying
and even now, nearly 3 months later, i still got the random shakes of this climax
i came...
back to this faraway land, which i used to call my home
but now i'm not so sure
i'm still shaking

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Não repares se a forma é apurada
Ou se a métrica foi talvez torcida
Olhe somente a vida dos meus versos
Que a vida do meu verso - é a minha vida.

Vinicius de Moraes