Exhibition of Paulo Byron in the Military Circle of São Paulo by Rosângela Vig
I still remember… And nothing more care Those days of a light so tame That they wouldn't let me, always, of memory, Some new toy at my door… But a wind of Despair came Blowing ash through the dead night! And I hung it in the crooked gallery All my children's toys… (QUINTANA, 2004, p.13) There could be no time … Read more