Vivo a arte
Respiro amor e arte
Transpiro minhas idéias, confundo meus ideais
Navego entre as palavras e
voô entre as linhas e as cores
Ouço o barulho do vento,
o tilintar das estrelas
Vejo cores na noite
E, despida de idéias, sinto a lua...
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