"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."
Rumi
Saturday, July 25, 2009
thought adjuster
"Eu queimo os livros de minha bolsa, mas os versos escritos no meu ventre jamais serão esquecidos"
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