"Forgive me for deliberately and with malice aforethought scratching your Tebaldi record. And for more besides, so much more that the recital would take all day. For countless acts of meanness. For the meanness of heart in which those acts originated. In, sum, for all I have done since I was born, and with such success, to make your life a misery" Summertime, J M Coetzee
domingo, 18 de março de 2012
sexta-feira, 9 de março de 2012
quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2012
Primeiras impressões
Café pequeno // Horas magras // Viés // Segundas faces // filtros // palavras // intransparência
E eu me sinto a mesma
Lá no fundo, a mesma.
E eu me sinto a mesma
Lá no fundo, a mesma.
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