Paints me to turn these skies… Now, Upright, in the background, the Cordillera look alive: Paint the clouds of a fire in a, And high, among the clouds, the first light of dawn. Drop, undulate, The thick fog veils, And the valley paints, and, in the valley outside, The turbid and sound stream Do Paraíba, em torvelins … Continue reading Dialogues on Paper by Rosangela Vig