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abre o glossário na página onde diz

que esse tom de azul

é só teu

The broken nose*

are we ever brave enough

to give ourselves completely to this exact moment

that we would perish 

not knowing anything about boundaries

the borders of any gesture

the frailties of undivided attention?

life would reenact itself perpetually

extending its galactic arms around us

talking about the other Coltrane 

and the need for a change in view

what is the change that would have

stopped you from falling

it is now the time after that

the day was sunny, 

just like you. 

*In loving memory of

William Louis Mills.