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"Deixa cair o chicote, faz sangue na carne dura: e logo verás, do sangue nascido, o ódio contido na face mais pura." by António Mora Ramos [meu avô]
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?