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Todo assassino é um velho amigo de alguém.

Êxodo, Antigo Testamento, EX, 9:25

Êxodo, EX, 9:25, Por toda a terra do Egito a chuva de pedras destruiu tudo o que havia no campo, tanto pessoas como animais. A chuva de pedras destruiu também todas as plantas do campo e quebrou todas as árvores do campo.

⁠Que nunca nos falte a força na caminhada. O cheiro e a Brisa do Mar para nos renovar... E a grande vontade de fazer o nosso melhor para emanar as positividades ao velho mundo novo.

Baby não viaja em mim Cê disse que eu não sou assim Mas lembro quando nada dava pé Mais eu consegui nadar e fugir Baby, eu não tô nada bem Falei tanta besteira e me tornei refém

Minha principal preocupação é o futuro imediato.

Eu nunca mudo, apenas me torno mais eu.

Nota: Frase muitas vezes atribuída, de forma errônea, a Confúcio, mas não consta de nenhum dos seus escritos. Encontra-se no livro de Oliver Goldsmith, que contém um personagem ficcional chinês que menciona Confúcio, o que poderá ter gerado a confusão.

O silêncio tornou-se a sua língua materna.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

⁠Eu voo. Por todo os cosmos. Toda vez que uso meu telescópio.

Muitas vezes, o uso da palavra não é tanto para exprimir nossos pensamentos, quanto para escondê-los.