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quem ama a chuva
em sua barraca guardada
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
não gire sua cabeça
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
quando você vier hoje à noite
veja que eu me dou a você

 



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