Nao Mesmo Montes
Remain unchanged
You, your countenance
stricken against the arrival of dawn
Olho escurecer
eyes darkened
from dreams, from the
strain
of morning’s recalcitrant song
a minha espera
waiting for me
a pause with no moment
inverno de ponta a ponta
winter from end to end
2.23.13
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