The Other Within Reach Of The Voice And Hands Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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I try to get, through text or music
an idea at least nearby
of the essence of the facts,
of the arguments and the things that involve us.

Talk about something in question, something in focus,
cleaning up the look and the air
of the other, because you don't live with impunity -
living alone or with others

because you need to hear the daily song
in a bigger sun, spoken by someone
whoever wants to live isolated in a cave is already dead.




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