Monday, February 22, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Sunday, November 08, 2009

roda o vento e afasta-se,
cai redondo sobre a mão.

não suporto a dor,
abjecta.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

escuro o tempo,
finge no chão
o amor, louro.

apAgado.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009



















que flecha voa para sempre?... a que acerta no alvo.

in Contos Completos, V. Nabokov

Thursday, September 04, 2008

One of my friends is dead now. He walked off
a cliff, with a note in his pocket that the sea
made unreadable. Turns out i still cry when 
i think of him. I wonder what he wrote.

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