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Para lá do fim da praia, depois dos rochedos que entram no mar. Para lá do areal sem pegadas, onde os barcos e as memórias vêm encalhar. Existe uma falesia onde alguns vêm voar, pelas asas do engenho navegam no ar. Outros, vêm ver o Sol deitar, estes também voam, rendem-se ao olhar entre os lábios e o mar... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Talented Artists I would like you to discover and support ~tarahlynn (https://www.deviantart.com/tarahlynn) :iconepiphany: :iconbelletrist: :iconblackeri: :iconCourtneyLynne: :icondryade: :iconenayla: :iconeterna2: :iconEthan-Carl: :iconfuriouskitt

Thoughts of a butterfly Dark, dark the tears from her eyes, sad the feeling that passes by. Maybe it was rain or cold inside her heart of butterfly. She stand still by the wind while her beauty rests in silence, in a summer like a winter without snow or sun to joy. Bruno 24/03/04 ----------------------------------------------------- Running Rain Water falls from the clouds, from the roofs, the tiles, the stones, flowers, even bones. Graves? No! Only People. Wet fresh running away. Rain moves faster, the wet feets can't understand that the water, isn't evil, isn't bad, she only wants someone to feel, someone to pla