Sol e céu azul: um dia de pleno cerrado

Uma cidade de horizontes enormes, esses espaços.

O contraste das cores enchendo os olhos.

Aqueles pastos, um dia, careceram de fechos...

Door knob

- "Você ainda falará comigo? Vou ficar aqui, sentado nessa calcada, pleno sol de meio-dia, uma poeira no ar, nem sinal de chuva para esfriar, um carro perdido a séculos de casa, sem rouxinóis nem bem-te-vis, tudo uma solidão de pedra, bem sussuarana e jequié, muitos silêncios.  Não me deixe. Volte. Um dia, afinal, a chuva há de chegar  por aqui.."

Not enough to warm you up

But we tried

California

July summer, before the snow

Almost Oregon

It was happening. And fast

so fast..

Mischeviously

Two roads and not a yellow wood in sight

"and miles to go before I die.."

Silently

Ferrolho

Months before any rain

say a little prayer, say.

Had I known then words would grow this thin

prehaps I would not have been that silent

Jumping

California. Agadez. Impossible deserts. 
She played sax for a very long time, before leaving for good.
He knew they had made love that night and yet all he remembered was the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth. Not much of her scent, words or how her eyes looked when they looked at him remained. It felt like raining and cold inside that small space while nearby pastures running dry and the cattle thinning out and all that there was to protect the young from coyotes was barbed wire.

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