8 de junho de 2011


The moon was one of her first words: "bloom". She didn't know, but she already had started to speak in english by that, even being a brazilian kid. And since then, everyday, she look up searching for it. It can be by night or day, because she knows there some miracle moments that the moon appears together with the sun. And she doesn't mind if it's full or not, it can be smiling, or it can be even hidden by the clouds. She knows that what you see it not the most important. She doesn't have to see to be sure, to believe or to be captivated. What really matters is the new perspective, the higher one, that one that you can only have if you feel it, deep inside.

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