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Fresh air cleans my toxins and conscience at run rhythm under the puff of each expiration the weight of all banquets and whiskeys is inexorable in the Park of Monsanto sweat glides from my face to the shadows' path where the body wriggles by the souls' gallop. O ar puro limpa-me a…
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by João Silva (represented at Art Gallery / Espaço AmArte), oil on canvas Time of evolution is not yet coming Man continues to exhaust the cosmos till Himself becomes a dead spaceship endlessly traveling towards God. /// Não é chegado o tempo da evolução o Homem fica a exaurir o cosmos até…
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