Maria Izabel da Silva Thomáz: Exaggerated coincidences * * They become...
Exaggerated coincidences * * They become ours case * * In perhaps * * Of the destination. * * Your paper,
* * My paper, * * They were written, * * Perhaps in a sacred book * * Of cursed * * Manuscripts, * * Kept
treasure, * * That it must have been * * Disclosed. * * I did not look for to you * * Nor you it me, * * I found
simply you, * * Nor so little wise person * * That she had thus of being, * * To see in you the name * * That
already I had one day. * * Greater was the surprise * * When you check in me * * The name of your joy. * *
It is happened again history * * Life to the test puts them it * * Of reencontrar this repeated love * * But
welcome of new. * * Coincidences do not exist * * In the ticket * * For these existences * * Therefore that tis
a message * * Passed of other experiences * * That the destination in them joined…
I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!