THE real me
I don't have a common last name
(inherited from my
father), but I'm simple like
Silva from my mother...
I'm proud of what
I'm like I am..
I am not protected
by no one,
not ridden by
marauders assemblers,
I am of the light,
I'm not Lucena,
I'm from Paraíba, no
Maranhão...
I'm Portugal...
I'm an enlightener but
I'm not French,
I like Beatles but
I am not English...
But I'm not "mass",
I'm a bridge, I'm not
nihilist, I am Kant...
I like Brazilian women
with a beach flavor,
of French women with
taste of champagne,
Arabs who smell
camphor, oriental women
that smell like peach...
Who wants to be friends
that does not come with subterfuge,
come with sincere friendship,
not with real state or latifundium...
My property is not
of this world... my kingdom
It's much further away
sans universe limit...!
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