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# the Lords of Cabral and Magellan of my youth didn't need caravels and galleons to sail but just some wind to fill their life and misery # then there were the dictatorship's prisons that frighten the sailors but there were just a few for so much hunger #

Past the fountain out of repair And the boarded diner A small studio You'd never told anyone about Where old clothes have remained Right where you've dumped them Side by side With random notes and sketches When someone close to you Has a different

Bloody slow fugitive hiding stars under its light unrealistic sun speedy cloud absent in a few time sadness you bring and don't take away daybreak breeze what strange things you say almost forgotten but always flying swallows in my grass