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Amo cada palmo deste chão que guarda o peso dos passos perdidos, e se o tempo me concedesse a sua eterna clemência, reviveria cada memória, ainda que dorida, ainda que fantasmagórica. noite após noite, ciclo após ciclo, até que o próprio esquecimento se canse de me espreitar.
I went out on a whim
and called the darkness my friend.
The night killed me and my memory.
In flat, dark pastels, I felt my end begin.
A tree-branching beacon—last solace in shade—
lent aid to my eyes to relinquish their prizes,
tapping the ground for hollower points.