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domingo, 13 de maio de 2018
quarta-feira, 2 de maio de 2018
quarta-feira, 14 de maio de 2014
Um poema
H. was always holding
love. I praised her for her
‘masculine virtues’.
I am very pleased with it.
And ready to go on to the
next.
When you enjoy
doing them you will
learn and achieve something
between sex
frankness, fairness
andchilvary
also poor, warped
fragments of humanity.
De 'Observations', José Duarte.
A sair um dia destes.
sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013
10 - José Duarte
10.
I will laugh to
her. An
admirable
programme.
Unfortunately it
can’t be
carried out. One
keeps
on emerging from
a phase,
but it always
recurs. Round
and round.
Everything repeats,
the vast
emptiness timer after
time. The first
plunge of the knife
into the flesh
again and again.
Didn’t the eagle
find a fresh liver
to tear in
Prometheus every time
it dined?
From Observations (a work in progress)
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