quinta-feira, 15 de novembro de 2007

Excertos I


Ouvi, li, senti algures...


"A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter
after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
he is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
so is he?"

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