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These shops these people that pass
[these trees until the sky
all what look me in a dual conscience …
when I think in the light from the streets
where begin their light where over my
[eyes?
My body my feelings my thinks –
like a voice side by side with the world –
where I begin where the things are
[talking in the invisible
Between I and this hers there is water
that spill me ever in my intuitions
like to open the doors like to be real

All the duality all me and the things
[all the glass frontiers
in the Infinite: from some more other
[thing


António José Coutinho, Caderno nº 25