In the yellow of the sun
In the white of the clouds
In the blue of the sky
We can feel something
Inside of us
That we can’t explain
Only feel…
We can’t see
Only look…
We can’t understand
Only know its existence…
Inside of us
Our souls
Our fears
Our tears
Our anxieties
Our desires
Our love
Our disasters…
But fine, just fine
Like the moonlight in a winter night…
But nice, just nice
Like the sunshine, in a summer sky…
Ana Paula Dantas Passos (2002)
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