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■ A 8th Bienal do Douro sem limites ![]()
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My Life extends itself before me
so simple and so clear, as much as a Mountain Creek running straight and sheer, nothing stops it, the Thirsty Life waters here. Now I throw myself before that Life and I have to deprive myself from everything to float accordingly, so it doesn`t throw me against the shore, Complication us the Mud that`s washed away in the flowdown. The Land opens lovely at the passing of my firm and subtle flowing, I descend from the Heights, but I am not hurried by the Wonderful Promise to be One with the Ocean faintly visible before me. At this point, at the expense of the Sun, I go up to the Sky once again, so in some other place and time from another Mountain I can come down along with the Wind, My river current increased completely, each time more Force and Love in Control.
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