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EPIFANIA ENTOMOLÓGICA

Mudei de mês, de pele, de lar.

Vieram bichos – pensei em amar.

Mas a paz exige ordem,

e a ordem, às vezes, mata devagar.

- AR

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Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,

Able to recognize greatness whenever it is,

And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,

I knew I was left for smaller men like me:

A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud

- Czesław Miłosz

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