Do not know: imagine ...
Let the master talk, and dream ...
Old age knows, and only knows
That the sea does not fit
in the pond that Innocence opens in the sand.
Dream!
Invent an alphabet
Of illusions ...
A secret alphabet
That you spell on the sidelines of the lessons ...
Fly through the window
Against any sun that smile for you!
Wings? Are not necessary:
you go in the arms of soft wind,
maids of the fantasy ...
Miguel Torga
maids of the fantasy ...
Miguel Torga
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