“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.” ― Roberto Bolaño
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quarta-feira, 14 de maio de 2014
Um poema
H. was always holding
love. I praised her for her
‘masculine virtues’.
I am very pleased with it.
And ready to go on to the
next.
When you enjoy
doing them you will
learn and achieve something
between sex
frankness, fairness
andchilvary
also poor, warped
fragments of humanity.
De 'Observations', José Duarte.
A sair um dia destes.
quarta-feira, 16 de maio de 2012
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