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Poetry seven faces When I was born, an angel wrong than those who live in the shadows, said Vai, Carlos! to be gauche in life. houses spy men who run after women. The afternoon would be blue, maybe if there were a lot of cravings. The tram runs full of legs white black yellow legs. Why would so many legs, my God, my heart calls. But my eyes do not ask for anything. The man behind the mustache is serious, simple and strong. hardly even speaks. has few, rare friends the man behind the glasses and mustache. My God, why hast thou forsaken me if you knew that I was not if God knew that I was so weak. World world wide world, if you call me Raymond would be a rhyme, not a solution. World largest world wide world is my heart. you I should not admit this but moon but this cognac give a damn emotion. Carlos Drummond de Andreade, from "Some poetry"