A FANTASY OF MARCOS COUTINHO LOURES
All roads seem to have the same forms, the same houses, the same windows ...
But, among many similar streets, where there is a miracle of nostalgia gave birth, a window like any other, a ROSA, unique!
And seeing the little flower that sprouted there, the dreamer remembers that "if life is the art of meeting, unfortunate that there are so many mismatches for life ..."
A red rose in the form of nostalgia, that resists the time protected by the crystal dome of dreams, scenting the sweet memories of a life, what life is most beautiful and captivating!
The drops of morning dew of spring in those crimson petals reflect the dreams of the innocent first love, the love that was lost during the long and tortuous path of life ...
At the going down of the sun, the unfinished dream faded colors, shining serenely, waiting for the night will come, inclement, over the eyes of those who dream and those who are unable to dream ....
And when all is shadow and have terminated all the rumors, all the movements, remain only a simple window. Reflecting the agreements and disagreements of a life, a little pink, protected from the scourge of time, the crystal dome of dreams of love, scenting the sweet memories of life ...
A rose immortal, like the dreams of love!
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