O som da cidade e as contas de vidro
Ars longa, vita brevis
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
H.D. Thoreau
"I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn."
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