01:51
I know the power of words.
I know the toxin of words.
They are not those that make theater boxes applaud.
Words like that make coffins break out.
Make them pace with their four oak legs.
It happens they are thrown out.
Not printed, not published.
But the word gallops,
its saddle girth tightened,
it rings through the ages
and trains creep nearer
to lick poetry’s toil-hardened hands.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
04:50
la ruta natural (como isto me deixa num estado estranho)
visto primeiro nas maos