28 February 2013

59

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

27 February 2013

26 February 2013

57

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

25 February 2013

24 February 2013

23 February 2013

54

do jornal transbordam
tantas catástrofes.
que desolação!

22 February 2013

21 February 2013

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.

52

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

20 February 2013

18 February 2013