>TO CHUS WITH MY VERY OPENED BLUE EYES SITTING IN A CORNER, LOKING AT THE BLACK FLOOR OF A NARROW STREET


>AMOR E DOZURA É VIVIR

To Chus with my very opened and blue eyes sitting in a corner, looking at the black floor of a narrow street.

2004-07-16.

I SUMMER

I feel this intensive wild wind

When I can see your free hair

Streaming in the wind

Like a blonde pony tail

And your smiling eyes

Are drawing

On the clear surface

Of this small pool.

Today you seem different

You are like the free bird

Dancing in the broken air

Of a bored afternoon

Lost in the precise time

Of a beauty summer

Ouh my pretty summer!

Ouch my delicious time!

Where are you and

Where are you from?

I am the king of the good weather

And I am from the bright sun.

An illuminate country

In which one the nights do not exit

See always the intensive light

The lake of light, which the sea is

And think about the summer time

The blue bird does not stop

With its slowed and delicious song.

II

The darkness suddenly disappeared

All the things I could see

Seemed alive

Because the brilliant light

Overwhelmed the sweet atmosphere.

III

And for all the words had been written

I like summertime.

Miguel Dubois.

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