"A flauta-vértebra", Vladimir Maiakóvski (seleções)


Dedicado a Lili Brik

Frequentemente me indago:

talvez fosse melhor

dar à minha vida

o ponto final de um balaço.



dou me concerto de despedida.



criador de tudo que é festa,

não tenho com quem ir à festa.

Agora mesmo irei atirar-me

de cabeça

no empedrado da avenida…

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