Telheiras, Lisboa. 2011.
As you sip your brand of scotch,
crush a roach or scratch your crotch
as your hand adjusts your tie,
people die.
In the towns with funny names
hit by bullets, caught in flames,
by and large, not knowing why,
people die.
In small places you don't know
of, yet big for having no
chance to scream or say goodbye,
people die.
Fotografia: Jorge Aguiar Oliveira.
Texto: Joseph Brodsky
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