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eu sou velho e cego
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
se eu for muito certo
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
sob a folha dusky do laurel
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
nĂłs que estiveram
balançado no berço do profundo
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia

 



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