Maria Izabel da Silva Thomáz: When it grows dark… The aroma and the...

When it grows dark… The aroma and the sound of laughs they are not brought by the night. The glasswares do not limit e the words continue… With the romantismo o... Frase de Maria Izabel da Silva Thomáz.

When it grows dark… The aroma and the sound of laughs they are not brought by the night.
The glasswares do not limit e the words continue… With the romantismo of the squares the moon
segreda the afternoons When amanhece. In the distance and they are a cloud In a sky of four cantos,
Where I wait the instant Of the sun to arder on the sea, While inquietantes verses Rest in silk paper…
All for you, dictated for my heart! I love you my love…

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