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sábado, 11 de agosto de 2018
Witness
Sense of white paper
waves coming and going
Long walk
brighting lights
Something in the breeze
maybe broken
or maybe new
All through images
staring in The Wall
looking to all years
the passed ones and the next
There is a witness
in the atmosphere
For someone is their loved one
For others is their work
I think poetry is mine.
ph: Marcelo Alvarenga
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