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We are fascinated by the text cause it uses and abuses of lying words over which we walk in our insomnia's track. The word is an artifice and the text a light beam that sometimes burn and engrave the brief moment by fire while we feel

I recover the remaining joy of the past days familiar and repeated embrace I hear the Keith Jarrett music at the Blue Note themes' variations written on the stave melancholy's impromptus for future days. (to read the original

I write under the dense and sensual caress of the American sun half-laying down in the park where too many and concise birds perch and depart for a circular destiny. Because I love you I know my skin cools down in contact with your absence as God comes

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