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Primeiro sentava-os na melhor mesa do terraço. Depois fazia-os provar um bocadito de todos os meus maiores desgostos. Todos sem excepção. Não só adoravam como repetiam a dose. Saíam sempre todos muito tristes. Arrasados.

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Anónimo disse…
Que turma mais motivada,heim!
Manu disse…
Bota motivada nisso,anônimo.

Vamos ter que dar uma sacudida..botar pra quebrar:))
Sofia disse…
Mas que solidário...
ob disse…
E assim é, desde sempre. Vivemos a degustar desgostos, gostosamente depurados pelos poderosos de plantão. É um gozo só nós os reelegermos.

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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.


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