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I feel the sun in the wrinkles of my hands empty of light the shadows are on the fingers rings sparkling the morning. Sinto o sol nas rugas de minhas mãos vazias de luz as sombras são nos dedos anéis que refulgem

What I do is the question of doing nothing because there is nothing to do then I disguise seated before a typewriter AZT keyboard which I spell with fingers and the sheet of paper letter by letter teach me the morning emptiness. I still

The silence I talk about is not human only the astronauts know the wonder of the perfect abyss the solitude without fear the multidimensional mystery. O silêncio de que falo não é humano só os astronautas sabem do fascínio do abismo

Today I navigate rumours of cascade light that wonders me it's so easy to surf on golden sun vibrations surrounded by the mystery that leads navigators to find out the world immersed as astronaut's levitation where the blue planet appears suspended in the