Sometimes,
When you look at a puddle of stagnant water,
You will see that it reflects a perfect blue sky.
That doesn't mean you should drink from it.
Já é tarde, muito tarde, Para o cão e sua dor, O desamor que ele sofreu Por quem perdeu o coração. No chão, o sangue espalhado, A crueldad...
The mirror is always stagnant, even when created by the sky it reflects. I delight in the caution you create --in 35 syllables-- that reflection is a suggestion of reality. We need only look up, and see.
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