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"My love (...) your fists are sacred, they are the guardians of the keys of your blood."

My love , EE Cummings

"I like you. (...) But above all your other things, I like your flying ears. (...) What would I see through these hollow bottoms? A precipice. And so, I would discover your secrets. , for example? Who, without knowing it, already loves me. "

Don Rigoberto's Notebooks , a poem by Mário Vargas Llosa.

"And it would be too cruel for me to remember now what that smell was, that one, right on the curve where the neck turns into a shoulder, a place where no one else's smell is the same as another person's."

Caio Fernando Abreu