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Burocrático

Importante empurrar o dia
como quem come
a dieta do nada
sem ter fome?
Importante é extrair
de sua
substância vazia
alguma ânsia.

Ivo Barroso

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Motivo

Imagem: "The Bard", de John Martin, c. 1817

Eu canto porque o instante existe

e a minha vida está completa.

Não sou alegre nem sou triste:

sou poeta.

Irmão das coisas fugidias,

não sinto gozo nem tormento.

Atravesso noites e dias

no vento.

Se desmorono ou se edifico,

se permaneço ou se desfaço,

- Não sei, não sei. Não sei se fico

ou passo.

Sei que canto. E a canção é tudo.

Tem sangue eterno e asa ritmada.

E um dia sei que estarei mudo:

- mais nada.

Cecília Meireles

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So where did you go?
Where do you go in the big sleep
Going out in the deep sleep
Is where youre wandering now
So where did you go
When youre in the big sleep
Drifting in wildlife
And still youre wandering now

We were on the top and the world was spinning
We were only young in the whirlpool of warning
Communication lost in the thundering rain style
A shelter from the storm in the early beginning
Going out in the big sleep, out in the big sleep
Could have been years, you know it could have been years
Or only seconds ago

Big sleep, deep sleep

Where are you now?
Now that youre up in big sleep
Valuable friend
They saw you leaving this way

We were on the top and the world was spinning
We were only young in the whirlpool of warning
Communication lost in the thundering rain style
A shelter from the storm in the early beginning
Where did you go?
Immaculate friend
For a lifetime Im grateful
And its only seconds away

Big sleep, deep sleep

For evermore
If only you could see me
If only you could see me
If only you could see
Forever
Coming home in the big sleep
Coming home

Insomniac

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

Maya Angelou

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Forever Clarice

"O que obviamente não presta sempre me interessou muito.
Gosto de um modo carinhoso do inacabado, do malfeito, daquilo que desajeitadamente tenta um pequeno vôo e cai sem graça no chão."

Clarice Lispector

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