He drank a mug of porcelain,
reading "The Corvo." Sit me in a chair beside the table,
noting its size thin, unconnected to everything
around. Alone, the world and the thought was
only him. About table of fine stone,
had a box wrapped in brown paper,
with a label of Air Portugal. He should have
just come from there, perhaps to visit the Kings.
I was watching him for a long time.
With calm after land " The Corvo" on the table,
he directs his attention to me, an expression
disappointed in the look, as to say:
-- I discovered!
I hear the voice of the attendant in the face again:
-- Yes, bring me a coffee mug of porcelain.
I am in no longer see. I will do the door,
eye a little street light.
Not the meeting, he disappeared forever.
Returning to the table where he been.
The attendant approached and repeats:
-- We have mug of porcelain, sir.
Am Ia the package which, in haste, he forget.
There are several books, including one of Poe
I drew attention, entitled
"Extraordinary Stories."
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