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literary production
romantic conscience
human side brings the option
believe
believe
yep _ _ believe
but there is the machine side
a reiterated process
what are we doing
why we insist
where is our goal
who are we
when we decide
erased
close your eyes
close your ears
close your mouth
you say: shut up
i can't
my silence is louder than my words
noone hears
neither the words, neither the silence
you say: do you
i don't know. do i?

222

222
no
today i am going to keep with my project
and i am going to resist to _ _ _ _
2222 _
and _ to be
or not _
otherwise _
hard _ maybe _
heavy _ maybe _
what's the difference _
what makes me sad _
where is the option _
hard and heavy _
i must _
i must _ return _ to portugal _
someday
but _ in between _
it's not _ _ hard _
it's not _ _ heavy _
pleasure _
even _ without _ words _
the few available _ they are enough _
to say _
what i need _
why doesn't the world speak one only language?
_ _ _ _
ah! _ _ _ _
i know the answer _
the answer was where now is
i know the answer _
and so many words suppressed _
or not _
or otherwise _
222
you know i can't escape
of mixing everything
and now i don't know what is 222
and the first arrangement
and the second one
and so _
or not _
or otherwise
who cares?
222 it is

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learning
here
where i am
seated
on a place
from where i can _ see
everywhere
from the left
i see on the left
people talking
on the right
the board
where all rules come from
made from the people on the left
people _ talking
talking
everything's decided on _ talks
and i'm still here
learning _ _ _
_ _ _ _
but _ i see now _
you are faced to me on my left
you're on your right either

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18
120
18
another sequence
abstract numbers
now unbalanced
has i write
increasing
the first number
right now
still 18
how much does it take to find a next one?
done
another sequence
was enough
and now i look back and think
i wrote to my own pleasure
and to you?
what am i doing to you?
numbers
and numbers
thoughts
and thoughts
what else can i do?
ask for a word
send you a word
think on a word
make prisoners with words
hey! how'bout that? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
no jails, just words
peaceful handcuffwords _ _
ah! going back
20 it is

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time
flying hours
discrete time
never words can
be words
no original words
no words
silent words
alive times
silence
full of substance
on the proper emotion of lines
written
at the taste of the wind
between
soft pauses
of who doesn't know
another tomorrow
at the taste of the wind
there's only one
leaf

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going
by
forgotten roads
of past days
lost
lost on the rain
lost in the water
eating moments
after devoured books
the same stories
the same corners
the same forbidden places
i learned to dream
between games
and lessons
and silent notes
my favourite silent notes
made by someone
with or without
staccato or legato
described
on a tree
on the tiniest leaf on the tree
of your private garden

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again
instead of subtracting
again
i am adding
instead of cleaning my disk
here i am
writing again
with no spaces
no empty time
no staccato
no addldfjfkg
again
instead of subtracting
again
i am adding
another day
another k
tomorrow
the text of today
becomes alive