It’s you to grow inside my chest
As if you’re a boreal aurora
Disguise me of light my dreams
And tell me the stories
Of your wanderer walks.
If you extends your wings
From north to south
I’m going to extend my kisses
From your zenith to your nadir
And to the encounter of our lips
We will name it
Pororoca in blue.
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