Wednesday, January 1, 2014


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Na primeira hora 
do Ano Novo
somos todos solitários

com sonhos soltos
iluminados pelos
fogos de artifício

e promessas repetidas
misturadas à vodka, 
choro e risos.

In the first hour on
New Year's Eve
we're the lonely people

with loose dreams
brought to light
by fireworks

and recurring resolutions
mixed to vodka, tears
and laughter.

1 comment:

  1. I feel like this on my birthday not new year ... somehow my birthday seems like new year to me :)


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