sexta-feira, 1 de abril de 2016


By Pedro Du Bois (Balneário Camboriú, SC)

The lit candle holders
an open window at night: strange feelings
crossing spaces. On the moist earth the road
crumbles into steps. The trembling flame
offers itself to the wind. The air rarefies
consumed by the fire. Closed window
offers inner landscape.

(versão Marina Du Bois)

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