GREETING
I will leave the world with fury. No matter what seemingly happens if I retire gently. In fact, at that time they will stand by me tearing roots so deep as these Brazilian skies. In a hubbub of people and strong winds, eyes that I loved, friendly faces, afternoons and summers lived, they will be crying, because I stay because I remains. I will not cry. There biggest hiccups that healthy life.
(Ferreira Gullar)
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