Nas lentes desse ensaio, poesia foi escrita com luz capturada no ar, de um tempo já congelado no passado, que revive na mesma medida em que se faz lembrar. ⠀
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Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b
