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Cheers, o poema de Raymond Carver [Se no blog estiver desformatado, siga o link.] Vodka chased with coffee. Each morning I hang the sign on the door: OUT TO LUNCH But no one pays attention; my friends look at the sign and sometimes leave little notes, or else they call - Come out and play, Ray - mond. Once my son, that bastard, slipped in and left me a colored egg and a walking stick. I think he drank some of my vodka. And last week my wife dropped by with a can of beef soup and a carton of tears. She drank some of my vodka, too, I think, then left hurriedly in a strange car with a man I’d never seen before. They don’t understand; I’m fine, just fine where I am, for any day now I shall be, I shall be, I shall be … I intend to take all the time in this world, consider everything, even miracles, yet remain on guard, ever more careful, more watchful, against those who would sin against me, against those who would steal vodka, against those who would do me harm.