Luzes da Cidade

sábado, 25 de julho de 2009


Blues bitter
Strong coffees
Slow tobacco
To avoid the hassle wind of nostalgia
Not to be overdue by sleep
To form your beautiful face
with the clouds of smoke
Its beauty is something like this ...
something the powers of my senses!
is an infinite Blues
a fresh coffee always
a defect allowed
to distil a passion!

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