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Last coffins of useless surplus loads from the colonization that will be lost are being made aside around the crates from other consumption loads abundant diverse and also surplus shit spreads with the wind and the desolation of calcined and loose

Sun of west sunset sleeping angers horizon' sentry diving seagulls sails far away believe me the breeze justifies clouds misleading distances. If there will be moonlight our shadow will wave on the cold sea water. Sol de

If in the moonlight there is hope and in the hope there is fear if I love at moonlight fearful of loving you I feel the moonlight's hope. (to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure) Sun between morning and afternoon

The day runs away from me as if it was the night that invades me I don't demand anything from it not even the last light rays kissing my cold face of December in farewell my hands touch the buch of keys while my feet corsetted by shoes leave me at the