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Monday, January 30, 2006
HOPE GROWS
HOPE GROWS
Wanderlino Arruda
It’s here, the frontier
of magic lucidity,
affection-love, fondness.
Dream trip of light minutes,
brightness-flight
voracious and hot, lightning,
vibration that still boils
in majesty.
Color on color,
color inside color,
skin and tone,
illusory images more than real.
Who knows the time?
Who cares now?
Today is amplitude
more than yesterday,
less than tomorrow.
Hope grows!
PROMENADE 33
MONTES CLAROS MG
EBOOK WANDER
ACADEMIA 11
GOLD DEMOCRACY
TEMPO BRASIL
ELOS MG
ROTARY NORTE
WANDER ONE
CONNECTING BR
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posted by POEMA VIRTUAL
: 4:29 PM
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