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deserto-me
Sunday 1 March 2009
A poesia não é um dialecto
A poesia não é um dialecto
para bocas irreais.
Nem o suor concreto
das palavras banais.
É talvez o sussurro daquele insecto
de que ninguém sabe os sinais.
Silêncio insurrecto.
José Gomes Ferreira
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