April 2013
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Soneto do Epitáfio - Bocage
humberthaze:
[…] Mas quando ferrugenta enxada idosa Sepulcro me cavar em ermo outeiro, Lavre-me este epitáfio mão piedosa: “Aqui dorme Bocage, o putanheiro: Passou a vida folgada, e milagrosa: Comeu, bebeu, fodeu sem ter dinheiro.”
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And so being young and dipped in folly,
I fell in love with melancholy.
– Edgar Allan Poe.
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