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o amor não é literatura
se não puder ser escrito
na pele.
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Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
— Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923
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Nada mais nos restava senão beber vinho e fazer amor.
Velho Bukowski.
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Aquele bem apertado, sabe? (em Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CA_leDmpE5H/?igshid=17p5q7fr9ou0r
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O amor me faz lembrar que o bem existe, e é isso que me motiva a continuar todos os dias.
Ana Lívia Lima.
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