Tactear o transitório. Ser fulguração. Sentir o esgar da revolta, da ironia, do espanto...
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. 31 Agosto 2006
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Anonymous
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...They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out"...
...there's only one direction in the faces that I see it's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in everytree they are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free...
quem conhece isto não devia ficar anónimo, anonymous...
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3 comentários:
...They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out"...
...there's only one direction in the faces that I see
it's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in everytree
they are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free...
quem conhece isto não devia ficar anónimo, anonymous...
:)
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