Author: Fernando Kawendimba
Publisher: Alende - Edições | Perfil Criativo - Edições
Year of publication: November 2020, 1st edition
I'm all wet: the rain falls in the sauces. I fall shy and I'm already wet with fear. I fear that it will come to an end only when it leaves me naked from everyone and everything between the few and the little thing I have in having and loving. I don't have everything to lose. I get lost inside. I fall apart when the drizzle, growing and changing gender, turns to rain.
A cold in my belly causes me a heat thread. I breathe a sweat that this rain muffles with your megalomania. The rain irrigates my bladder. I'm trying to make that urine rain. Because I'm the product of the fear I miss, i miss it. It won't come out. To be honest, I don't know if I'm going out. The rain has corrupted sweat, urine, and all aqueous liquids and moods, no solid or gaseous joke. (...)
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