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we were returning through the continents of tongues rituals altars colours and the music of gestures slowly we were opening doors of new scents of the bush we were learning the fingers of our own hands the Esperanto of lips distances between bodies faith in the feathers of parrots hues of the earth the air the trace of a stream
we were coming by water and landstretch we outsped clouds we crossed the river of childhood helplessness
Terra Australis – we shouted at the border and set first foot our imprint on the shore |