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Two in morning it's time to face my night´s remains shadows combine with the light coming up from the avenue into the room where I am seated sometimes one or another noise passes through double-glasses windows this is my sound-proofing

In fact I tell you the truth an intense light from nuclear explosion still guides the Magic Kings of the night in the way to the crib of dreams that often dye in the manger cradle. (to read the Portuguese version click on the picture) En vérité je