quarta-feira, agosto 08, 2007
Série não-poemas
After the Years, the Wars, the Deluge,
We sundered for El Paso.
The stars were in on the secret.
Night was a long embrace.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins - T. S. Eliot.
After the Years, the Wars, the Deluge,
We sundered for El Paso.
The stars were in on the secret.
Night was a long embrace.