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grandmother poem

bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
as sombras dos navios
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
poderíamos nós mas para saber
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
este é o navio da pérola
para a verdade, para o amor
eu sou velho e cego
escute o mar soando
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu estou cantando-lhe
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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