A poesia é a descoberta das coisas que nunca vi. Oswald de Andrade
domingo, 17 de junho de 2012
I would!
If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
If hands could set you free?
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