“Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are even unapparent.
What we are,
Cannot be transfused into words or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will to be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul cannot be bridged by any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selfs we are abridged when we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, soul by gleams, and each to each other dreams of other dreams…”
We are even unapparent.
What we are,
Cannot be transfused into words or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will to be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul cannot be bridged by any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selfs we are abridged when we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, soul by gleams, and each to each other dreams of other dreams…”
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Parabéns por esta nova fase da tua vida em que se foram os anéis e ficaram os dedos... e beijinhos, buéeéééééé beijinhos
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