Louco
Language: Portuguese (Português) 
O mundo é torpe, a vida um caos, a carne fraca.
E tudo que é requinte a idéia troz de um crime
O pobre sonhador que ao vulgo não se arrime,
Na tétrica ribalta em sombras se destaca.1

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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-05
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