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Para um amor platônico na Smart Fit

eu mostro a boca molhada
ainda marcada by your unkissed lips

- maria bethânia & anna akhmatova
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To give life
To my miraculous
Sadness
You have become

Memory.

- Anna Akhmatova
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The years slide in silence
And I can never return
To unkissed lips, unsmiling eyes.

- Anna Akhmatova
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My voice is feeble, my will strong
I am better without love,
The clouds are high,
                        The wind blows from the mountain
And my thoughts are innocent.

My sleeplessness has gone away,
I do not sit over ashes,
The oblique hand of the clock tower
Is not a fatal arrow

And the past loses its force!
Freedom is near.
                    I watch
A strip of sunlight
                   Catch the wet new ivy
And I forgive... everything.

- Anna Akhmatova
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Everything promised him to me:
the sky's faded, scarlet rim,
sweet dream on Christmas Eve,
the many-sounding wind at Easter,

the red vine shoots,
waterfalls in the park,
two large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fence.

I could not but believe
that he would be friends with me,
as I walked the hill slopes
on the hot stone paths.

- Anna Akhmatova
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Wolfgang Tillmans
at Tate Modern

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The morning

Tomorrow the morning
will be clear and happy.
This life is beautiful,
heart, be wise;

You are utterly tired,
you beat calmer, duller...

- Anna Akhmatova
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I don't even like your type of pain
- niia
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drink me like a milkshake
la la la la la

- niia & kelis

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O que é visto não pertence ao mundo da realidade,
mas ao ambiente indeterminant do fascínio.

- Maurice Blanchot
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deus é sempre um talvez
- osho
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Ó asceta,
Como é difícil renunciar a Maya!

- Kabir
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O amor nos condena:
demoras
mesmo quando chegas antes

- Mia Couto
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If I regret us
I'm denying my soul to grow
Don't remove my pain
It is my chance to heal


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Nenhuma palavra
alcança o mundo, eu sei
Ainda assim,
escrevo

- Mia Couto
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