A poet sits in a coffee shop, writing:
the old lady
thinks he is writing a letter to his mother,
the young woman
thinks he is writing a letter to his girlfriend,
thinks he is drawing,
thinks he is considering a deal,
thinks he is writing a postcard,
thinks he is calculating his debts,
the secret policeman
walks slowly, towards him.
Mais um ano letivo, mais uma temporada de praxes. Com trinta graus, andam com capas de lã e de collants aos berros durante horas e horas, a ...