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Since a long time now I don't remember my memories I think they are winged without weight nor shape pieces watching me abyss where I fall asleep. Now I find them again the puzzle becomes Portugal without promises gains shape and weight under the abyss of

Today at noon the sun is the only sound in my desert and vague rumours of abstract images fade away into the air as a mirage of life over my far horizon /// Ao meio dia de hoje o sol é o único som no meu deserto e os vagos rumores de

We are fascinated by the text cause it uses and abuses of lying words over which we walk in our insomnia's track. The word is an artifice and the text a light beam that sometimes burn and engrave the brief moment by fire while we feel

I assume the responsibility of watching a dreams' parade just now that the whole conquested liberties guarantee to me the right of indifference and the nocturnal breeze over the quay-bridge on River Geba provides me comfort enough. There are