outubro 17, 2005

Waiting desperados


Évora, 2004

I was staying at the Marriott with Jesus and John Wayne. I was waiting for a chariot, they were waiting for a train. The Houston sky was changeless, we galloped through bluebonnets. I was wrestling with an angel, you were working on a sonnet. You said, "I believe the seraphim will gather up my pinto and carry us away, Jim, across the San Jacinto. My ride's here...".

Warren Zevon

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