Tonight, metallic green, blue and silver lamps lit for random walks in stone, that night in diurnal birds sail over our heads in a dark purple sky without wanting to rest, I write your name . Write your name on the white walls of lime, a crowd of drunken party that passes me with bottles of bubbly in hand, with colorful hats and streamers. Tonight is the night of all nights. Today you can hear here screaming with joy, laughter, bouncing corks from bottles. Today one hears buzinões here in the avenues and all night dressed with the reflections of the day. As a unique animal, today thousands of people fill the main arteries of the city jumping, hugging and kissing in secret and promises only intuited. I write your name through the city walls, park benches, right in the middle of the road. Write your name and smile. Write your name and the river laughing. Write your name and ask passers-by to shoot me with him, arm in arm like lovers who still are.
(Photo: Vatican, March 2006 / Text: Coimbra, Portugal, March 4, 2008)
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