what colors you see
getting up
on Sunday morning.
I'd like to know
that street
you walk along
to buy grapefruit juice.
I'd like to know
that odious neighbour
those moon dogs
barking, and they keep barking
as I write
about some details,
these trifles we all are -
and you.
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poema de Moacir Amâncio (São Paulo-SP)
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