MJ, madrid, 2009When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits, it often sat cross-legged,
took off running, had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
Peter Handke
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Sabes como eu adoro esse poema, não sabes? Claro que sabes. O meu blog nasceu desse poema (e do filme onde o ouvi pela primeira vez, essa obra-prima do Wim Wenders). :)
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