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havia tręs no prado pelo ribeiro
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
havia um momento em anos anteriores
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
é ido
irmăo, eu sou fogo
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
eu vi com olhos abertos
última meia-noite

 



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