o vento soprava, mas apenas os guardanapos da mesa
se agitavam e alegravam.
melros não se quedaram nenhum
nem matei ninguém.
ficou fumo. e ruído.
muito. pouco.
algum.
nada.
August 14, 2013
.19 tiros de dentro de um bolso - i
ficam folhas secas e
agruras por levar.
tempo seco. e tempo quente.
August 4, 2013
August 1, 2013
July 17, 2013
.here i am
When I am here I shall not mind
I shall merely murmur:
If no one comes and sees me here it will be all right
Here it is hard to believe that anything is free
Come let us lapse into freedom
Let all these things become less than dust
Let me not think at all ever
Let these things come close together
Let everything be slow and soft
Let the wind blow over the roof at noon
Let everything be soft here because there is no dust
Let anything except what is coming come
That is the way I always have felt
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