I folded them
and hanged them on
our tree branches
I know you'll set sail
neither bad weather
nor sea creatures
would make you stay
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- Kenia Santos
- Sci-Fi geek. Book nerd. Crooked poet. Art enthusiast. Comics dork. Board game buff. Full time thinker. Weekend photographer. Cinephile. Free spirit. Friendly soul. Fat kid.
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"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir..."
│"I suppose that understanding who I am is not a matter of intelligence but feeling..."│(Clarice Lispector)
│"I suppose that understanding who I am is not a matter of intelligence but feeling..."│(Clarice Lispector)
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One hundred paper boats hanging from the branches of a tree, is an image, at once, both playful and haunting.
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