"A poesia não é minha. É como o vento, que só passa através de mim." Chico Xavier

quarta-feira, 14 de julho de 2010

DIA 9 - Expirando

"Watch out for the wolves, they are marching to the mountain again.
May be one or two.
Maybe three of them.

Watch out."

Say my guides.

"The endurance is to stay quite. No move, no dancing, no singing around the fire.
Just stay silent.

No sheets, no promisses, no openning doors.
Just observe.

The good one will be doing the same."

- "I feel ready," I reply.

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