Exercício 6
Hoje, ela desapareceu.
Exercício 7
Don’t Start
Stop with that shit. Don’t start.
Don’t look me in the
eyes. Just leave.
Save me those pretty
speeches and
the fake goodbyes. Don’t
put on a show.
Don’t say you’re sorry or
that life’s
just this way: that
everything disappears
and the world and time
will heal me away.
Please my love, just
leave.
And take everything that
we thought we shared,
the books, the wood
sculptures,
the records, the portraits,
even the pool table.
Don’t leave any addresses.
Go fuck yourself, my love.
Alexandre Silva
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