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The
sun. The
son
nurtures there is
no
more waiting
at
the window, the sun
burns
particles, yellow
dust,
spring fine dust
exhaling.
Anxiety upon
waiting
arrives as soon as
the
sun hides. Behind curtains
the
son and nearby
walls
breathe. The yellow
dust
descends
appeasing.
©
José Coelho, 2015
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