Práxis
Jun 12, 2024
A hora vivida
Digesta
Rasga esse rascunho.
A vida escorrida
Indigesta
Desenha minhas asas.
Voo de qualquer tinta
De qualquer letra
De qualquer tema
Lá no alto
O vento frio
Me aquece as asas
E canto em outra língua.
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