poética, tal como a luz a tocar a pele logo de madrugada.

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_{was it all for nothing?}

pairando apenas no silencio

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Aeris fluviae

That's a very interesting image... and *runs off to translate the poem* =]

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Dear god... I really don't have a life, do I...

dreamt a brief vocable
tween moist earthly paths
on the deck of this cell room,
on the acute waves of dripping ink…
tween the drawers denying whatever happened
dreamt a colourfull waving…
the semibrief who stands versus reality
the litten truthly shred of truth…
which prologues the slow simphony.
i wanted to stop…
flow on the silence ever sublime…
far natural that the vain truth,
of the metamorphosed canvas of factuality…
dreamt… a coloured note
of a rapsberry ruby,
of a pure love violet,
and all of what was dreamt,
and all of what was of that written,
and the will, the undeniable truth,
that in hypnos nest became our grief,
of the inumanity sleep what remained
was ever a vocable brief…

this sounds better in portuguese me thinks

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Aeris fluviae

0_0 wow... thank you! It's gorgeous!

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Dear god... I really don't have a life, do I...

Thanks for the translation, great poem, and I'm sure it sounds better in Portuguese.
Wonderful image, too.

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I Cairo.

My paintings are here [link]

Thank you

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Aeris fluviae