matosinhos, portugal.
a friend just sent me: “just like in back to the future, you gotta do something or you’ll vanish from the picture”. oke? one of three spots. 
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btw, this was on the occasion of festival de poesia when some brazilian poets were honored. unfortunately, I wasn’t there in blood and flesh, only in words both on paper and on asphalt.
esse poema é tão ruim que só foi publicado lá mesmo e a contragosto. e eu já to bêbado demais pra uma terça de manhã. boa noite.