quarta-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2021
terça-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2021
Chantons Noel
Chantons Noel, Ghosts of Christmas Past (Les Disques du Crépuscule, 1981)
segunda-feira, 13 de dezembro de 2021
sábado, 11 de dezembro de 2021
Thom Gunn
The Man with Night Sweats
I wake up cold, I who Prospered through dreams of heat Wake to their residue, Sweat, and a clinging sheet. My flesh was its own shield: Where it was gashed, it healed. I grew as I explored The body I could trust Even while I adored The risk that made robust, A world of wonders in Each challenge to the skin. I cannot but be sorry The given shield was cracked, My mind reduced to hurry, My flesh reduced and wrecked. I have to change the bed, But catch myself instead Stopped upright where I am Hugging my body to me As if to shield it from The pains that will go through me, As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off.
terça-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2021
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