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A place for carnivores and statues where the others unrest and complete their fate
Die screaming –he said – they all did, just and tyrants alike
Fell from windows, choke on dreams, waiting for the exact day
Monuments in navels and measures and drafts
Even jails have their track of history, and why not so,
If even birds design their own houses?
(depois de ver The Belly of an Architect, de Peter Greenaway)