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My Portuguese sadness, My Italian gesticulation, My German treatment, My Northern simplicity, My Brazilian compassion Can only explain half of me. I don't know Yoruba And I don't know Tupi, I am a Brazilian suspended In European webs, But all of it have a bit of me. I cannot decide between Abequar and Icarus, For I am a constant mixture of opposites. I can only define myself Within gradients and midterms, Undefinable, then. To have an identity Is to have none.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
The identity
My Portuguese sadness, My Italian gesticulation, My German treatment, My Northern simplicity, My Brazilian compassion Can only explain half of me. I don't know Yoruba And I don't know Tupi, I am a Brazilian suspended In European webs, But all of it have a bit of me. I cannot decide between Abequar and Icarus, For I am a constant mixture of opposites. I can only define myself Within gradients and midterms, Undefinable, then. To have an identity Is to have none.
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danilosteck
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danilosteck
29/M/São Paulo
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
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