domingo, setembro 14, 2008

Love ate my name
my identity
my picture

Love ate my age certificate
my geneology
my adress
Love ate all my business cards

Love came and ate all the paper
where i had writen my name

Love ate my clothes
my hankerchiefs
my shirts

Love ate meters and meters of ties

Love ate my suites' measurements
my shoe number
my hat size

Love ate my height
my weight
my eyes colour
and my hair

Love ate my peace and my war
my day
and my night
my summer
and my winter

Eat my silence
my headache
my fear of death

(conversa de Joaquim, Os três mal-amados, João Cabral de Melo Neto)

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