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)
domingo, setembro 14, 2008
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