clear days
we wake up to dream's prostitution
frequent days
nervous days
of aristocratic thin
sweat
moistening bodies in velvet caresses of water.
Labored breathing leads the way
tiredness
solitude
we can't see the sea from here
just plain and bush
and bush smell.
Digestion is not feasible
nausea rises in the throat
want to be vomiting
want to be Wagner's music
there is much loneliness in us.
by Armando TABORDA, in "MANUAL DO DESPERDÍCIO", Ceres Editora, 1994
(post 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2019; 3rd editio, 2024)
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Armando Taborda replied to :
...mon coeur sourit pour toi, Agatha...
Christel Ehretsmann said:
stifling solitude
maybe Wagner's music will overflow this sadness
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