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1 If one of these days you see me crying be sure I celebrate all I didn't suffer. 2 Burnt cigarette dying melody certainty all is good quickly dissolves. In daily paper "Diário Popular", literary supplement

We are dream's engineers forever forgotten throughout life as they were a mist of smiles on the lips. Somos engenheiros de sonhos esquecidos ao longo da vida para sempre assim mesmo em bruma de sorrisos nos lábios. by Armanfdo

I'm insomniac of thinking a poem full of significant metaphors for exemple fireflies on the loose in my backyard flashing as stars and crazy stars orbiting the planets revolted against the Universe and planets prodigal sons without knowing how to return