...I stand in the advancing light,
my hands hungry, the world beautiful.
My eyes can't get enough of the trees
they're so hopeful, so green.
A sunny road runs through the mulberries,
I'm at the window of the prison infirmary.
I can't smell the medicines
carnations must be blooming nearby.
It's this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender
Enviado Por Carmen Montesino É a 3ª vez que tento encolher o texto e não consigo, desisto, rsrsrs! Bons sonhos :)
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