Quem Ousa, Vence!

"Como se se pudesse matar o tempo sem lesar a eternidade" Henry Thoreau (1817 - 1862) Ano XI

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“It was not a street anymore but a world, a time and a space of falling ash and near night. He was walking north through rubble and mud and there were people running past holding towels to their faces or jackets over their heads. They had handkerchiefs pressed to their mouths. They had shoes in their hands, a woman with a shoe in each hand, running past him. They ran and fell, some of them, confused and ungainly, with debris coming down around them, and there were people taking shelter under cars.”

Don DeLillo, Falling Man (2007)

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