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Gente entre gente, que não se pense que se sente o que outro sente, nem que se pressente para além do presente.

1965-05-01 Vitória, Porto

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A stream ( Sparse, a farce. )

These words always will be

Scarcity of images of crying for you,

Crying for the World after acid kisses,

Damn Solitude, you beast, you have broken my bones

Fuck you my darling face, y

You didn't dance, the music stopped.

And now at the frozen arena, by the blue lake,

There are only pieces scars, old and new,

Horses hanging by their necks in rotten ropes

Mouses shrieking, building towers of rabid teeth.

Ravens have struggled and gone after fiesting

Hope jumps laughing of them all like shallow characters

A dismissed drama dismantling the stage,

Senseless amount of broken glasses full of patina from old age

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