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eu resido na montanha da tabela
no alvorecer, disse
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu vi a primeira pera
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
caras bonitas, tragical
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
têm você não ouvido
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu encho este copo
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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