«Love will continue to be sung. Poets will continue to make poems. Life
until it's end will continue to be lived. There's no anchor, no sea, no
land, no home, just you and a sincere sense of loss that it is not work
of the devil neither of god. Time has it's own meaning, and i'm writing
just for you. I don't know if my message gets to you. But I stubbornly
keep speaking and talking to you, whoever it's you?!»[noético-31/03/2014]
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