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wake up with a spot of blood
over my eye. A scratch
halfway across my forehead.
But I´m sleeping alone these days.
Why on earth would a man raise his hand
against himself, even in sleep?
It´s this and similar questions
I´m trying to answer this morning.
As I study my face in the window.















[ raymond carver

[ mesmo sem lanhos, nick, mesmo sem lanhos

medimos a distância sem janela

seremos caricatos corpo e alma

talvez-e-ainda-assim

procuramos as mãos um do outro

por dentro do chão

por dentro de dentro

entre-chãos-e-tecto

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