Era uma casa muito engracada, nao tinha teto, nao tinha nada.
there is this strange man
wanting to get
in my house
(a sentry in my gate:RIC S. BASTASA )
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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