Te Te baptized again appoint a braid of Tilsit
And instead of calling you Death Tell you
Fool
Fawn
beam recorder
Gutter
Candle
Palme, why not? Te
recreate nude rainbows sky
the Soul, in the possible
Build your name And sing your names perishable
Straw
Biche
No
Beach
Why not?
poem Hilda Hilst (Brazil)
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