Pout-Pourri of sweat and life,
silence, mer.
Body suspended two feets above the ground,
The maximum the rationality permits.
Pout-Pourri of drama and dreams,
and bossa and brumes.
Insomnia and divagations obscures,
peculiar taste for the complex,
Sole of eternal search for a new academia olympia,
or a new bar.
Pout-pourri of light and spirit,
and torn and silence.
All winds of Sertao,
All auroras from Quebec.
Pout-pouri without end.
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