«(...)
How many children are we who are lost
Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost?
What are our souls that we have lost care
Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare-(...)»
"September on Jessore Road", Allen Ginsberg
A vida descostura, o homem passa a linha, a corrigir os panos do tempo.
Mia Couto
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