My angel is not of this Earth,
she lives in another planet.
where beauty and love presides.
She gives magic pleasures
to whom navigates the imagination,.
the worshipper of the moonlight..
The godess of love, her mother
will never alow she comes to me,
because poets are only makers of dreams.
Antônio Carlos Rocha
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