De Rômulo B. Victor, um grande amigo.
Garamond he chooses to write. Those letters really come out right. He wakes up in the middle of the night. She says "please lie down and turn off that light".
Senseless words form a senseless man. The incredulous one still believes he can. And he keeps trying over and over again. And no one bets in the work of Old Stan.
He tries a poem and he tries a novel. The wife throws him the shovel. He finds all this disbelief absolutely awful. His wife only cares for the hovel.
He tries hellos and he tries goodbyes. He tries pineapples and apple pies. He tries croissants and marble ryes. Yet, all he gets from her is some "nice tries".
Actually, senseless words form a dreaming man.
