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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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