terça-feira, 27 de junho de 2017

A VILA, AMANHECENDO



Moura, de manhã cedo. Rescaldo da festa, com as ruas silenciosas. Emily Dickinson, de novo

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It ‘s time to smooth the hair
And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour.

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