The songs are so old monotonous and repeated that tire me and deliberately I let them forgotten on the garden bench where I rest hoping that somehow they transmute into dust of sounds

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As canções são tão antigas monótonas e repetidas que me cansam e propositadamente deixo-as esquecidas no banco do jardim onde descanso esperançado que de alguma forma se transmutem em poeira de sons

by Armando TABORDA, 2015

(post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2024)