We are here. We question persistent symbols.
It is the hour of the infinite mistake-hit.
The figure of our peculiarity tours words
insensible matter of an elusive power.
Divergent confessions pave our hesitation.
There is a drunkenness of mourning in our acts-keys.
We aspire to the high freedom
a good always suspended what crucifies us.
Full of greedy hopes we fly
and then we plunge into this another imaginary sphere.
With risky attention we aspire to the happy news piece of one
perfection
specialist in failures.
Foreigners always
acute we gather divergent results
Ana Hatherly
"O Pavão Negro" (The Black Peacock)
Assírio&Alvim
2003
saint preux concerto pour une voix.mid -
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