You are bleeding,
you are fertile, you are holy.
You know of what you are mistress
as much as I know of what I am master.
You are a mother
as much as I am a father.
YES.
OF MY STORY.
OF MY POETRY.
Pela palma da mão que o destino decreta como serenata o amor que mal se notava na palavra não dita agora grita e faz chorar de alegria em ba...
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