Following

the solitude of distances,

a coarsely wound thread

of sidewalk stretched among blocks

Regular as playthings.

The nature of your work

leaves full days discarded

at the entrance to the train.

ERIN J. WATSON, in 'No Experiences', 2012

(each poem contains one @Horse_ebooks tweet. You can find them linked from noexperiences.com)

Seguindo

a solidão das distâncias,

a travessia do passeio agreste e tortuoso

alonga-se entre quarteirões

Alinhados como brinquedos.

A natureza do teu trabalho

deita fora dias inteiros

quando entras para o comboio.

(cada poema contém um tweet de @Horse_ebooks. Os links encontram-se em noexperiences.com)