I say it again: "Concha perfumada...

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Pórtico real

Princesa das flores

Porta misteriosa

Pérola vermelha

Coração de peónia

Pegada de gazela

Pórtico de jade

Palácio de púrpura

Delta negro

Pote de mel

Botão de lótus

Gruta de canela

Porta alada

Flor da lua






Rogai por nós

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view ... Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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imagens: Dragarta, shrekutza
textos/canções: Jorge de Sousa Braga, Bob Dylan/James Hendrix