I was poor in love. I was ok in everything else there was.
"Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out. Its just that little while, then it burns away...Quickly...love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality." Bukowski.
Porra, um PUTA cara esperto.
E a falta de vergonha na cara pra ler o Fragmentos de um discurso amoroso?
Tipo auto-ajuda mesmo.
A resposta está lá (eu sei)ou deveria...afinal a ultima edição está praticamente esgotada. O amor esgotou, eu encomendei o meu.
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