Crossing the desert
there is in my heart,
goes the crazy caravan
of my dreams and desires.

Running through the loneliness
that has made my heart home,
goes the tireless caravan
of all my immortal hopes.

I anxiously long for the day
it will reach its destination,
when you will open your arms
and my eyes will shine again.

Author: Lupércio Mundim
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