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DAYBREAK You are the daybreak I breath. At daybreak a dewdrop escaping from night slips from my face to yours. (to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure) by Armando TABORDA, in monthly magazine "Azimute",

Glancing through the "irremissible" Preface-Poem, of VOLÚPIA, right after we are aware that, "There are women who write with their vulva/howl with their belly/scream with their breasts/exclaim with their eyes/and speak with their hands". And all these

I REPEAT UNTIL ETERNITY THAT LIGHT IS SO USEFUL AND PERCEPTIBLE AS DARKNESS AND LIFE BETWEEN ONE AND ANOTHER IS A SIMPLE FUGITIVE REFLECTION THAT NOBODY KNOWNS WHERE IT COMES OR GOES NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD EXISTS OR IS DREAMED BY GOD REPITO ATÉ À