Carlos Aragao (10-17-1959 / Brazil)
I see you,
Just in depths of my mind...
And I transform you,
In a dream that you'll never be.
And because your perfection,
Iam trying to sleep forever,
choosing to live just in that mystery...
The mystery of not knowing who you are...
And mistily re-creating you in every dream.
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