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Baleia branca

Só me recordo de ouvir o Ricardo a gritar alto e em bom som: "Olha! Olha aqui a baleia branca!" E depois mergulhou de chofre, assim a despropósito. Sim, ainda avistámos a tal baleia branca, branquinha como as suas nalgas de adolescente. O Ricardo é que nunca mais: desconfia-se que foi um tubarão. E logo azul, que é a cor de que eles mais gostam para se confundirem melhor com as águas do mar.


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19 kinds of girls who bruise my soul

By João Lopes Marques (Eesti keeles)

There was a time, not too long ago, I believed I had become a misogynous guy. False. I wasn’t. Then I started fearing I was slightly gynophobic. Nope. I was just afraid to bump into another stupid girl. It wasn’t easy to understand it but 10 or 15 years later I realize I’m just too sensitive to 19 specific species of women. Indeed, I can even turn intolerant in presence of one of them. Such a phenomenon can be either personal taste or old trauma, I know. However, I don’t care anymore. I just confess the following kind of females have the power to bruise my soul:

1- The hologram girl

You think everything is fine, that that closeness is real, and you stretch your arm. Of course you wanted more and she let you play that game. For a week. A month. Sometimes even for years. Helàs! Now you understand you were living in a dream. “Why did she give me so many wrong signs”, you wonder; “João, I’ve seen you always as a very good friend”, she states.

2- The drink-…