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ao longo dos bancos
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu sou velho e cego
alguns dias mais ventosos
paredes e enorme elevados
veja, eles retornam
e com o pássaro humming
desolado e solitário
pela costa, pelo mar

 



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