A culpa é dele... um "crianço" de 17 anos (naquelaaltura)... Chegouaopédemim com um papelpequenino, pequenino, escrito à mão e disse: "S'tora! Temdeleristo!". Eu li... e fiqueifã!
"No man is an Iland, intire of it self; everyman is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine, if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tools for thee."
John Donne (in Hemingway, For whom the Bell Tolls)
Hádias em que me sinto-me assim... um bocadinhomenosinteira...