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Dress up, dance, laugh. I will never be able to throw Love out of the window.
- Arthur Rimbaud
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parar de dizer não tenho tempo pra vida
que grita dentro de mim

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Love and war, Venus and Mars, have always had a strong affinity.
- Stephen Fry in Mythos
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Life must go on;
I forget just why.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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vou morar na lua

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não é mais sobre poder

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let's have a kiki
ki
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FALL

Crows, crows, crows, crows
then the slow flapaway over the hill
and the dead oak is naked

- Ed Ochester
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reply to my message
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I'm so high, I think I love you

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AFIRMAÇÃO

devo dizer
primavera

para que ela 
aconteça

ela
a palavra
a estação
a percepção

- AR
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Quem combate monstruosidades deve cuidar para que não se torne um monstro.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

June dando-se conta disto:

The Handmaid's Tale, S05E01, 28min10s


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Grande e nobre é sempre
Viver simplesmente.
Deixa a dor nas aras
Como ex-voto aos deuses.
Vê de longe a vida.
Nunca a interrogues.
Ela nada pode
Dizer-te. A resposta
Está além dos deuses.
Mas serenamente
Imita o Olimpo
No teu coração.
Os deuses são deuses
Porque não se pensam.

- Ricardo Reis
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                        digging out
stumps of old resentments
that refuse to rot on their own.

- Marge Piercy
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The friend

We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
I said yes.

Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.

I love you, I said.
That's very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?

- Marge Piercy
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The courage to walk out of the pain that is known
into the pain that cannot be imagined

- Marge Piercy
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                                               to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can't do it, you say it's killing
me

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no volume máximo

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DREAMS I'LL SEND YOU
- Langston Hughes
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It's always what they say on the days when you have a really keen sense of being lost or losing something, that it, it often feels like the sun shines the brightest. And then the next day, there was a really sunny day with a good breeze and I just remember thinking, "if I was somebody else I would really be enjoying this."

- Marcel the shell with shoes on
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