Quem me dera saber
o que sonhavas
enquanto meus dedos
percorriam teu corpo
na noite.
Decerto se desvaneciam
perguntas e respostas
conflitos e castelos
de ideais passadas.
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This is a resting place, a shelter from the storm, on those acid days brought by real sky. Reality, if someone asks, is a bunch of sculpture buildings modeled by senses, social conscience and personality, in order to induce emotions and patterns of life and maximum welfare. If People bring here some of their limits, behind a shadow of what they really are, then sl is just part, not another dimension of their world.