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domingo, junho 13, 2004

estou com saudades do ossanha:(

I am depressed, O so depressed.
I go to the porch and extend my fingers
Over the taut skin of night.
The lamps that link are dark, O so dark.
No one will introduce me to the sunlight
Or escort me
To the sparrows' gathering.
Commit flight to memory,
For the bird is mortal.

Forugh Farrokhzad


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