He’s a half-man.
He’s half the man he was promised to be.
He’s a walking-lie-ever-changing-anthropomorphic half-man.
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Us, the flowers
Us, the flowers, thought our time to be cut short only to grow stronger. The need to release the past to breed the future selves.
O velho e a rã
Sabe-se agora, finalmente, que o reflexo das coisas contém o rosto.