The new Day
Of manhãzinha the sun entered for the window revirou my souvenirs between letters and diademas the image of the woman who I more loved.
Scared I woke up, was to the house of the woman for bush the homesickness, to give to impulsivity I I found with the sad solitude, that left me in the soil, without aid and without courage I was crawling until arrives the house, crying I I looked at in the mirror that reflected the image of the woman who I more loved.
Sad I was I lie down to me imagining in my happiness that stops me was in the new day.
Hélio Pereira Banhos
Hélio Pereira Banhos
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