January 04, 2022

Poesia pela manhã

 


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The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation,
it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and
naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

     - Walt Whitman /song of myself

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