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To Do

Yellow papers are glued...
And they're full,
revealing the busyness of life,
making me run from side to side.
Too many tasks for too short time.
Too many dreams for one single life,
in this world full of things to learn,
and full of alienating institutions...
It's so hard to get what it's really worth.
For what is art made?
Why to live under these conventions?
Yellow papers are glued...
So that I won't let me forget
the essential that I still need to get.


(Júlio B.)
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