É com os pés que esmaga as mãos dos míudos que ainda gatinham, as cinzas dos mortos, o tempo que já passou.É com os pés que parte , que chega, que mata...mas é nos pés que transporta todas as sementes que carrega.

It is with the feet that he jam the hands of the small ones that still don’t walk, the leached ashes of deceased, the time that already passed. It is with the feet that he leaves, that he arrives, that he kills… but is in the feet that he carrys all the seeds that load.

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