Caramba!

Se eu soubesse colocar música, estaríamos ouvindo  David Byrne, como fundo musical para o poema do Torquato:

..." I'm breathing in
I'm breathing out
So slip inside this funky house
Dishes in the sink
The TV's in repair
Don't look at the floor
Don't go up the stairs
I'm achin'
I'm shakin'
I'm breakin'
Like Humans Do"...