On this month everything is cold.
On this place everything is old.
So, now only we are in the blue sky
and I say:”we can try”.
But very far away
a voice like you tell me stories.
Today, is a good day.
I have dreams between memories.
And on final day I see one cloud
and listen the loud
music on the city. On this night
I look for the light
planet where we love beautiful clouds.

Matilde, 11 anos.

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