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I put my dream on a ship
and the ship upon the sea;
- Then open the sea with their hands,
for my dream sink


My hands are still wet
the blue waves ajar,
and the color that flows from my fingers
the desert sand color.


The wind is coming from afar,
curve of the night is cold;
under the water will die
my dream, within a ship ...


I cried as it takes,
to make the sea grow,
and my ship is at bottom
and my dream is gone.


Then everything will be perfect;
smooth beach, ordered water,
my eyes dry as stones
and my two hands wrapped.

Sandra Mello