State of Mind

 

Matt Weber, Twin Towers

 

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entumescido de amor acumulado

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Fingir, é como ajoelhar e deitar a cabeça no cepo (sabendo que o cutelo não vai descer).

 

A roller-coaster ride

 

My life was a strange one that summer, the last summer of its kind there was ever to be. I was riding high on sex and self-esteem - it was my time, my belle époque - but all the while with a faint flicker of calamity, like flames around a photograph, something seen out of the corner of the eye.

Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming Pool Library, 1988

What lips my lips have kissed'

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more.

Actualidade. Trump, Alma Mater

Do not be very upright in your dealings for you would see by going to the forest that straight trees are cut down while crooked ones are left standing. 

Chanakya Niti