domingo, 26 de outubro de 2014

Sit right here beside me and help me to cry. Do you see that one bird crossing alone darkness to a higher sky? For its feathers are also dark. What it intends to be its onslaught but a fugue from its first color? O, color, you may say, is something else. An allegory. It's not.

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