.Aquele que agarrava o gato sob as facas dos seus camaradas de brincadeira, era eu.
Eu atirava a sétima pedra ao ninho das andorinhas, e a sétima era a boa.
Quando a lua se enquadrava branca na janela do quarto, no meu sono
Eu era um caçador caçado pelos lobos, só com os lobos.
Ao ad.
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