RAQUEL BRAGA
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NOCTURNE

With the windows of the soul
I look at the bedroom window
The night became so quiet
That even the wind locked itself.

In the pallor of this instant
I glimpse your calm figure
An uneven step
In the direction of my eyes.

Your eyes - night headlights
They strip me naked insinuating
And the clothes cleared by the moon
Float light in a dreamy way.

In fact, everything is a dream.
Pure illusion of longing!
Fever that has long invaded
My chest with false hours.

Outside, only the dampness
And few car headlights ...