Para o Braga

On the other side of a mirror there’s an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the earth and recede to the first slime of love.

And in the evening the sun is just rising.

Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.

In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, is joy . . .

Antimatter, Russell Edson

Um poema que o Braga adorava e onde encontro todo o sentido para o momento que vivemos. O Braga vai para o outro lado do espelho.