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quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
duas fileiras dos repolhos
completamente dos rasgos
acima dos prados ricos com milho
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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