.Preso à minha classe e a algumas roupas, vou de branco pela rua cizenta.
Melancolias, mercadorias, espreitam-me.
Devo seguir até o enjôo?
Posso, sem armas, revoltar-me?
Olhos sujos no relógio da torre:
Não, o tempo não chegou de completa justiça.
O tempo é.
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