Werewolf
Somewhere dreams come true.
There is a lonely lake
the moonlight for me and for you
as anyone for us alone.
There the dark white sail explained
wind is not felt in a vague
guide our life-sleep
where the waters come together
in a strand of trees blacks,
the woods where they face unknown
the desire of the lake to be More
and make the dream complete.
There we'll fade away and hide,
all in vain on the edge of the moon,
feeling that what we are made
was sometimes music.
Fernando Pessoa
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