“(…) We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re bles-
sed by our own seed & golden hairy naked ac-
complishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sit-
down vision.”
~ Alan Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra (trecho)
COMENTÁRIOS / 3 NOVAS MSGS
Rafael Lima added these pithy words on May 05 03 at 10:44 amUrrú! Ginsberg quando tá invocado é o cão!
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