My heart is full of hopes,
My heart is full of dreams,
My hands are full of flowers,
My spirit is full of spring,
There are no more dead leaves,
There is no more cold wind,
The sun will come tomorrow,
The grass is green,
The night is quite and calm,
This night smells like jasmine,
Its coming from my brother,
Who is laying besides me,
His hair reminds me of wheat,
Blowing by the wind,
I whisper him a secret
And he believes in me.
Paulo Nunes
N.Y.C. 4/24/81
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