The sea goes on;
till every destiny melts into an only face and feeling.
Don’t you know? All the things you left behind,
they leave a tiny trace, as the boat cuts the waves.
And then its route slowly vanishes.
May it be arriving or departing;
only the travel until can be told.
terça-feira, 22 de setembro de 2009
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