Monday, April 16, 2018

HUATO-CARBAU (1947) Comments

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An old man, a youth,
separated by chance.

Out there the breeze,
the sharpened cold.

In the light of the lamp they talked
the whole night through.

The old man, youthful.
The young man, sad.
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Ruy Cinatti
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