Azinheira dragão, Martim Longo

LOCH NESS ESCAPIST BEFORE GOING TO THE HAIDRESSER?

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What have we become to be so infantilized, suspected, designated, separated, parked, where only six months ago we were able to get indignant, for a word, for a gesture, for ideas? Where we liked to live, to exchange, to drink, to eat, to dream, to exist. Where perhaps, at the rate things are going, in a few days' time the one who dared to write this lines will end up, booed by the resigned people!
For this I retire to the wilderness.

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