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I watch the sea from here I am a swelled wave at the life' surf of other bodies in rubber-suits and hair of algae and salt still diving even if the wave forgets the sea that pushes her away. Avisto o mar daqui sou onda

DAY STARTS COLD AND CLOUDY THE YESTERDAY'S PAIN REMAINS IN THE SOUL EVEN SO ITS FEELING DOESN'T BELONG THERE /// O DIA COMEÇA FRIO E NUBLADO A DOR DE ONTEM CONTINUA NA ALMA MESMO NÃO SENDO LÁ QUE SE FAZ SENTIR by, Armando

It's a grey day mild I become sleepy not from wine but from aging that inebriates my remains of health vitality and movement in meantime my memory doesn't feel sorry because after lunch falls asleep. Está um dia cinzento cálido fico sonolento não

I don't know if what I am is this sadness I feel all surroundings are jazz's music I hear at a Manhattan Avenue in Lisboa my city of light and shadows the hills leave in the soul this night's time so far away from everything so close to

I am alone only writing is my companion such a caress in the afternoon' silence and void loneliness despite raining outside the window and the open umbrellas in the street from the crowd walking away in the end not far from the sofa where I nod in