Rain on the roof.
I dream of Búzios.
Of water that lets me live.
I swim alone there,
and in aloneness, I am free.
The sea does not look at me.
The sea does not bind me.
The sea transforms me.
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Rain on the roof.
I dream of Búzios.
Of water that lets me live.
I swim alone there,
and in aloneness, I am free.
The sea does not look at me.
The sea does not bind me.
The sea transforms me.
3/3