quarta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2014



Sometimes a slight slouch
ruins everything.  Or the place
where  mottled light filters
 through an otherwise perfect
moment.  Other times, however
it is not a matter of detail.  You need
no lens, no microscope, for the forest
is afire in your face,  the
botched plans  lurking there
from the start, and everyone knew
it:  the teacher,  the mailman,  
the street sweeper
and you.
  or maybe you didn´t:
foolish girl,  never bothering to learn
the  formulae, and  being, by nature,  
so impatient.

-   Miriam Adelman

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