*INVERNACULAR*
This language isn't mine. It's plain as day. When meaning goes away, the word stays behind. Maybe I'm just lying. Or am I lying truth? So I say myself - just, Maybe - I can barely say. This isn't my tongue. The language I speak mutes a distant song, the voice, beyond, not a word. The dialect you utilize on the left bank of the phrase, that's what does it, lusifies me, half, maybe, inside. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paulo_Leminski http://www.elsonfroes.com.br/kamiquase/chris.htm °°°
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