Animais - Instituto Ruth Salles

Animals

poem by Ruth Salles On its hind legs sitting on the floor, it's not a puppy. What then?

poem in the rhythm Anapesto (short-short-long) by Ruth Salles

poem by Ruth Salles Caracol comes slowly, without having a leg, without having a foot. But then how come…

poem by Ruth Salles Roll, roll, roll, soldier well kept in the round fortress. Swords everywhere.

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