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God appears through the music that transcends us overlapping the text poem context from the very thought in melodies sounds invisible rhythm universal anti-matter chaotic emotion surfing without any meaning through days and

NIGHT I ask to the gloomy night where are the remains of the day? Clearly by day shades are darker than at night. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure) Illustration by Fernando Grade In "VIOLA

Times are changing as do our wills yesterday I went from Bajocunda to Pirada wishing to come back to Lisboa. All changes except this perennial agony over my naked and sweaty body that a rolled towel in the waist dresses me and a fan in velocity

White rumours crack in the afternoon's hot perch as birds on the barbed wire tear and spill sperm of blood's grass on the parched soil stems grow up and dance by nightfall in the winds' blowing that bring clouds asphyxiating like feline's