O sorriso
Creio que foi o sorriso,
sorriso foi quem abriu a porta.
Era um sorriso com muita luz
lá dentro, apetecia
entrar nele, tirar a roupa, ficar
nu dentro daquele sorriso.
Correr, navegar, morrer naquele sorriso.
Eugénio de Andrade
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- Portugal
- "The more I see The less I know About all the things I thought were wrong or right & carved in stone So, don't ask me about War, Religion, or God Love, Sex, or Death Because.... Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself."
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