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Dia 30 de outubro, às 19 horas, no Café do Paço, em Curitiba, estarei autografando o meu primeiro livro de poemas, A longa viagem do esquecimento.

Uma de minhas letras preferidas

I'm calling you

A desert road from vegas to nowhere
some place better than

where you're been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe just around the bend
I am calling you
Can't you hear me
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know a change is coming
coming closer, sweet release
I am calling you
Can't you hear me
I am calling you
I am calling you
Can't you hear me
I am calling you
A desert road from vegas to nowhere
Some place better than where you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe just around the bend
A hot dry winblows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know a change is coming
coming closer, sweet release
I am calling you
can't you hear me
I am calling you

um de meus poemas preferidos

Funeral Blues

Wystan Hugh Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: 'I was wrong'

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.