The cube
I shall never forget the love inside
Inside my heart of pain
Pain of not becoming
Becoming the dream within
Within our hearts we forget
Forget what is hard and sure
Oh I wish I could be like gods above
Shine through the universe the magic of wanting
The love that brings with its masks the mirror of life
Great is the heart of those who know the meaning of pure living
The gall of feelings
that never ends to cease
...
by Augusto Filho
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