Status Updates From Prosa del observatorio

...to measure, compute, understand, belong, enter, die less poor, to oppose this studded incomprehensibility hand to hand, tear a shred of its code, sink the arrow of hypothesis into the worst of cases, the anticipation of the eclipse, gather into one mental fist the reins of that multitude of twinkling and hostile horses.

And so the black galaxy runs in the night like the other golden one up above in the night running motionlessly: why look for more names, more cycles when there are stars, there are eels born in the Atlantic depths that begin

Querida editora Quetzal, que eu tanto estimo, além de estar a ser uma leitura complexa ainda tenho de manjar erros parvos como “lonje”?
Assim não!