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"A minha Casa é guardiã do meu corpo
E protetora de todas minhas ardências.
E transmuta em palavra
Paixão e veemência
E minha boca se faz fonte de prata
Ainda que eu grite à Casa que só existo
Para sorver a água da tua boca.
A minha Casa, Dionísio, te lamenta
E manda que eu te pergunte assim de frente:
À uma mulher que canta ensolarada
E que é sonora, múltipla, argonauta
Por que recusas amor e permanência?"
[777: poesia | autoral ─ @björk. . .]
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