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MY BODY
In the body
the soul
dances
and in the soul
the body
falls asleep
tired of
so much
movement
without meaning.
VIOLA DELTA, Volume XXXVII, Mi…
(to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)
MY ROOM
Time goes by.
I desire a new impulse in the writing' silence
for everything look in motion
and don't die
the night turns off the blue sky
a smile controls the indecisive idea
body vibrates from one unexpected word
dream crawls night within and perfumes the stiff magnolia at my room' solitude
where I fall asleep.
Time goes by.
Morning illuminates its track.
Text illustrated by Fernando Grade
Published at 16:03
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