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Rio Claro, Sao Paulo
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This is a poem made for me... I wait that you like:
The Invisible River
I found a box of dreams
where we don`t see the river
River that wets my hair
Overflowing my mind
In the format of your could body
My master whisper your chant
Sing blowing the letters
Chant of life which dries the crying!
Blowing the letters as a hurricane
A hurricane that crosses the road
That cure the wounds of your heart
That cure the wounds of my heart
The moon ran away for behind of the montains
And the wolf of the night dont see no more
She was ran away for behind of the montains
The wolf learnt to see in the dark
He never tire and never stop
Walking in the nigth until the sunri
