palavra por palavra, procuro chegar, devagar, ao lugar de La Loba. "O silêncio", disse o griot,"só é escuro no começo..."
What you thinkn'how you feelthought i'd stopby, to sayhi.Fire's been lit,but heats onlythe walls and carpets,smoking the room,in foreign accents;Smelled likebad things,sad onesreally.~Going now,'s no one homemissed you,once. butall seem'sgone.
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What you thinkn'
how you feel
thought i'd stop
by, to say
hi.
Fire's been
lit,
but heats
only
the walls and carpets,
smoking the room,
in foreign accents;
Smelled like
bad things,
sad ones
really.
~
Going now,
's no one home
missed you,
once. but
all seem's
gone.
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