como hoje não saí de casa, não sei se o mundo lá fora ainda existe; chove, está frio; o pedro canta pela insonia adentro; sugestão www.mousecircus.com ou www.dreamline.nu; o sonho existe, o pesadelo também; o carro do lixo acabou de dizer que o mundo continua; o lixo também; aqui vai o poemita do dia

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(speak to me in soft tongue)
we know because we know
and we whisper because we know
the power of the ice flake
the barricades and the explosions
the profecies contained in many roads
the privileges of desired arcana the major
the wishing that time would stop sometimes
the granting of icons
the swaping of places chairs glasses and cigarretes
the escuses made for crying and stop crying
the escalade of winter through our layers of cotton shirts
the handling the fingering the flickering the remorse the guilt the silence the stupid stupid hours
and we speak again of not talking nor making nor touching nor mentioning
and we use the soft tongue in irrational ways on non deserving people
and we whisper madly again and again against every logic
we whisper because we cannot talk cannot regress cannot find a fire weapon cannot
break cannot undress cannot use a scale on our skins
and we cannot reach the bottom
line
of
the
strong saturated poem

  ¶ 3:39 da manhã