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o homem no rádio
promete dias mais brandos:
promessas, promessas.

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o dia acaba
e eu já me esqueci
de como começou

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tanta gente!
ninguém sobe, ninguém desce
nas escadas do metrô

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mil lâminas
cortando a pele
vento do leste

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sábado
me lavanto com o sol
que escapa das nuvens

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do jornal transbordam
tantas catástrofes.
que desolação!

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café da manhã:
de repente, tantos anos
sem meu pai

the reckoning

All profits disappear: the gain
Of ease, the hoarded, secret sum;
And now grim digits of old pain
Return to litter up our home.

We hunt the cause of ruin, add,
Subtract, and put ourselves in pawn;
For all our scratching on the pad,
We cannot trace the error down.

What we are seeking is a fare
One way, a chance to be secure:
The lack that keeps us what we are,
The penny that usurps the poor.

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sonho acordado, me pergunto
como seria esse mundo
sem mim?

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pequenas tarefas
que se perseguem
o dia passou

a god behind that door

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após o azul
recomeça o inverno
até quando?

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ainda mais frio
lá fora, prá que tanto azul
prá que?

la nature du temps

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o amigo de passagem
histórias de outros tempos
o tempo voa

lincoln

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o inverno
em uma grande cidade
cinza sobre cinza

summarize proust competition

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as maçãs rosadas
e teu sorriso
calor no inverno

once more, the round

What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
My true self runs toward a Hill
More! O More! visible.

Now I adore my life
With the Bird, the abiding Leaf,
With the Fish, the questing Snail,
And the Eye altering All;
And I dance with William Blake
For love, for Love's sake;

And everything comes to One,
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.

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levanto de um pulo
de onde virá
tanta energia?

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embalado pelo carro
levado pelos remédios
adormeço no meio da conversa

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o corpo dolorido
a pele ressecada
e o dia pela frente

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sem subir nem descer
em frente à janela
o floco de neve

At last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed Alice in a languid, sleepy voice.
"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar.
Alice replied, rather shyly, "I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then."
"What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar, sternly. "Explain yourself!"
"I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir," said Alice, "because I’m not myself, you see—being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing." She drew herself up and said very gravely, "I think you ought to tell me who you are, first."
"Why?" said the Caterpillar.

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o plic-plic das gotas
embala a sesta
tarde de inverno

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um ponto azul
perfura o cinza
só um

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os raios de sol
rasgam a pele e o ar
inverno

the waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

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não é o avião que vai
a terra lá embaixo, ela
corre, branca e fria

Alice was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire-Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw her. "Cheshire-Puss," began Alice, rather timidly, "would you please tell me which way I ought to go from here?" "In that direction," the Cat said, waving the right paw ’round, "lives a Hatter; and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like; they’re both mad."
"But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat; "we’re all mad here."

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e sem eu perceber
as esperanças de nossos antepassados
calçam o caminho

proteggimi

picture by impl69sion

This picture is the closest one can get to capturing an intimate moment. The fluid atmosphere created by the movement and the depth of field create the impression of an ephemeral instant. The cropping of the picture suggests that we are just peeking at a mother and son's intimacy.
The diagonal arm of the mother makes a nice composition, breaking the square and adding to the movement. Perfect.

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o apito do navio,
a gaivota me lembram: há sempre
a possibilidade da viagem

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primeiro encontro
com a velha árvore
amiga de tantos anos

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sob o avião
se desenrola o mundo
longa viagem

destino

33

ainda indisposto
vejo pela fresta da cortina o mundo:
o mesmo cinza

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imóvel, de cama
os sons da rua chegam
como num sonho