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There is no shore to forsaken dreams rusty all along the transatlantic life intergalactic after death towards whatever the infinite is surely the sodium chloride other mineral salts and dust rot in the sand tides wash and carry them into deep waters

Everything starts in the mouth the weeping the speech the nourishment the love the hatred the pain and also the last breath. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture) by Armando TABORDA, in

BEYOND THE WINDOW ONE CAN SEE THE WHITE HORSE CLOUD WITH SUNNY MANE GALLOPING THROUGH THE TOO LONG AFTERNOON TILL BEING NIGHT IN THE DAY'S EMPTINESS PARA LÁ DA VIDRAÇA VÊ-SE A NUVEM CAVALO BRANCO COM CRINAS DE SOL A GALOPE NA TARDE QUE TARDA EM SER