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"I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry"
- Fernando Pessoa, A Nova Poesia Sociologicamente Considerada IV

He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience

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poor boxer :(

porra, acho que já sei como é que isto vai acabar

nunca me arrepiei tanto ao ler as palavras de um porco

"Americans should never come to Europe." who's gonna tell her?

"I do not think I would be able to live if I had to be alone again"

"Her lips parted and she put her glass down with extraordinary clumsiness and lay against me. It was a gesture of despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come."

oh não

"I perhaps don't like women very much" se calhar porque és gay??

"Confusion is a luxury which only the very very young can possibly afford, and you are not that young any more."

Carefully now, Giovanni poured my drink. 'Vive l'amerique,' he said.

'Thank you,' I said, and lifted my glass, 'vive le vieux continent.'

salvem-me da mancha gráfica da minha edição

What a mysterious thing madness is. I have watched patients whose lips are forever sealed in a perpetual silence. They live, breathe, eat; the human form is there, but that something, which the body can live without, but which cannot exist without the body, was missing. I have wondered if behind those sealed lips there were dreams we ken not of, or if all was blank?

"But here was a woman [...] [c[onfined most probably for life behind asylum bars, without even being told in her language the why and wherefore. Compare this with a criminal, who is given every chance to prove his innocence. Who would not rather be a murderer and take the chance for life than be declared insane, without hope of escape?"

"Positively demented," he said. "I consider it a hopeless case. She needs to be put where some one will take care of her."

And so I passed my second medical expert.

After this, I began to have a smaller regard for the ability of doctors than I ever had before, and a greater one for myself. I felt sure now that no doctor could tell whether people were insane or not, so long as the case was not violent.

I looked around at the strange crowd about me, composed of poorly dressed men and women with stories printed on their faces of hard lives, abuse and poverty. Some were consulting eagerly with friends, while others sat still with a look of utter hopelessness. Everywhere was a sprinkling of well-dressed, well-fed officers watching the scene passively and almost indifferently. It was only an old story with them.

"It is only after one is in trouble that one realizes how little sympathy and kindness there are in the world."

Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able,--to dress and entertain, and order things. It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby! And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous.

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só me falta um capítulo!!!