Echoes of laughter,
Echoes of fear.
All recalled no one,
Again.
Tears of happiness,
Cries of grief.
Everything comes up again
Sounds and noises,
Melody and music.
Nothing will shape
To anything again.
Paulo Ramos - Trofa - Portugal - 18.07.2007
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