Anyway, after much past error
So many retaliations both danger
Behold, another old friend resurfaces
Never lost, always found again.
It's good to sit beside him again
With eyes that contain the old look
Always troubled me a bit
And as always natural to me.
A beast like me, simple and human
Knowing move and inspire
And to disguise with my own mistake.
The friend: a being that life does not explain
Which only goes to see another sunrise
And the mirror of my soul multiplies ...
Poem by Vinicius de Moraes
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