Beleza

Nos ouvimos pássaros gritan, e a gente cresceu coroas de lírios .
A areia transforma em vidro debaixo o calor dos nossos pés.
Roubamos os pássaros das suas assas, e assim,
olhamos alem do horizonte.

We heard sparrows crying, and grew crowns of lilies.
Sand turns to glass beneath the heat of our feet.
We rob the birds of their wings, and so,
look beyond the horizon.

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