What are dreams if not our deepest desires... Which we are afraid to fulfill?
Now the phase will begin, ah this song describes our story," ah my story with you, not yours with me", it will begin to have phrases that will only...
Cristina Monteiro
In the river, the canoe paints its reflection in green.
Eugénia Tabosa
While you wait for him, he will be experiencing another hug, another kiss, another warmth, another love (...)
Isadora Alvarenga
There are two types of women, those who love me, and those who don't know me.
Leonardo Faro
Praise of Distance In the source of your eyes live the threads of fishermen from the lake of madness. At the source of your eyes, the sea fulfills its promise. Here, heart...
Paul Celan