Theater dressing rooms
gazing down at the floor
the flies are flying towards the changing rooms.      
 
Sparrows in the hedge
rustle and chirp
to say hello.      
 
The mist rises from the valley
the trees are shivering
spirits awaken.      
 
Too early !   
the blankets go up under the sleeper's nose
as long as daylight comes.      
 
Dreams unravel
just before fading away
in a final flavor.       
 
Let's lead   
by the menina
the children of tomorrow
towards the creek of the torrent
below us
where the Drac operates its reversal
prosperous protection
in the sweet sweetness of a gouli-gouli of love.      
 
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