"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time." — Thomas Merton
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Saturday, 18 June 2011
Plant the communion
Thursday, 16 June 2011

Like a concret jungle
The city grows
The neighbour's name
I don't know
All seems cold
As the snow
The pretty windows
The pretty door
They are closed
To avoid the cold air
And everybody
Seems not care
The bird sings
The tree grows
The car stops
And I jump off
Let's see,
What is there
The light is on
And I am scare
I opened the door
very slowly
And my dog
Jumped on me
The light went off
And I could not see
But a lovely song
I could hear
"The city of angels"
Were all there
and I will not be
scare.
by Marli Camargo
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