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Holding

25 Mar

From the times of threes and fours

From the edges of a blank page

I’ve drafted my words

I’ve clipped my life

I’ve hold it in surprise.

From the new times of none

From the white paper sheet

I’ve looked and not find

The words of words

The former of life

I’ve hold it in surprise.

Porque existem dias em que as chuvas não são minhas; onde os tempos são dos quem antes de  mim vieram,

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