a Edgar Allan Poe
I was well aware
not all things are all wounds
there are rivers and boulders
and the feathers of dogs
are like the snow
fallen through the floor!
PAR - PT
FRAGMENTO: “O QUE NOS FAZEM AS DORES” As dores, essas que não passam, essas que se instalam como raízes de ferro, fazem-nos mais do que so...
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" And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--- nevermore!"
O corvo é um poema belíssimo...
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