(é a hora de abrir a ferida e
sangrar
deixar sangrar essa ferida:
esse novelo de coisas
sobretudo coisas futuras entre
a língua e a vertigem
essa taça de barro)
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African waters: Very first Exclamation
Can you fall in love and swim in love and wave in love as if it were a miracle of flowing waters? This is the Wisdom of the Beginning. Stay...
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Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro... -
Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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