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O teclado, como um piano, tecla de letras, tecla de sons. As letras que me unem à memória do existir, os sons que trazem a energia para continuar a existência. I'd preffer being where I was than seing with my own eyes the much we're distant from each other. It was clear to me when we were growing up and now still.







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