There isn’t a separation between reality, life, dream, or territory for the events to take place. But since it is that the true we shall believe in the words that remain. Even as imprecise and flawed as they can be. Often we can limit oneself to some extent or juxtapose the real to the limit that he can no longer remain the same. It’s like Kafka said “You should reach a point of no return”. To discern each from when is more a matter to the Gods and I most definitely haven’t arouse to such a place, yet. Now, let’s do this in Portuguese and go to the timing subject. Isn’t it all about that? Same place, same time, often being there is just another form of perception to be delivered by odds and ends.
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Thank you for comming. I'll come back.
Sabes que, nem sei porquê, mas a tua lâmina lembra-me a Morte do Marat?
Abraço.
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