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death poem

doubtless eu recordo ainda
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
em sua barraca guardada
as canções antigas
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
com alegria e maravilha
como águias na elevação ascendente
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu estou cantando-lhe
era o outono do ano

 



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