domingo, 13 de setembro de 2009

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follow
forgotten streets
of past days
lost in a way
I lose myself in the rain
I dust myself in the water
gather debris
collect moments
on devoured books
the same stories
the same corners
the same hidden corners
I learned to dream
between board games
and tic-tac-toes
go behind the letters
of notes without music
someone set
guided
clumsily
been described
on the branches of trees
centennial
that you keep on yours
centennial garden

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