Folies Bergère Mai 68

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

Our breasts are on strike
Our legs
they do not fly far away
until the man's dream
Even our joy of the white of teeth
The feathers don't fly
in the transparency of the bodies
We, too, have a heart and wings
Our body only will light
the beauty of the soul.

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