The Portuguese writer Antonio Lobo Antunes
Often dreamed of flying as did my father;
Lobo Antunes flew by himself; my father
With the assistance of angels. Sometimes,
If they were in a hurry, the angels
Would toss my father back into his bed
Through an open window.
This never happened to Lobo Antunes
Who had, however, problems of his own.
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