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semper idem Ano XIII ...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ... (Sá de Miranda) _________________ correio para jppereira@gmail.com _________________
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26.4.07
EARLY MORNING BLOGS Is there a prayer for one who prays like him seething. He has offered no sacrifice, built no altar. He has not grasped the coattail of a flying angel, nor placed his trust in the mercy of heaven; is there a prayer for one who prays like him seething. Once he loved the lonely dweller in the sky. He remembers the day he lost his patience waiting for the echo of his cry for help to come back from empty space. His prayer stand now is the nickel clothes hanger above his bag of bones wrapped in a chilly sheet as he prays before bottles hovering like acrobats on trampolines— is everything liquid? Is there nothing solid— after the infusion? (Abba Kovner, traduzido do hebreu por Eddie Levenston) * Bom dia! (url)
© José Pacheco Pereira
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