Lavoura Arcaica
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:51:04
I held the red dust-covered
sanitary napkins in my hands...

:51:09
as if they were
an assassin's rags.

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No one heard us like I did, Pedro.
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No one loved us like I did.
No one knew the path to our union.

:51:27
Grandfather led us
along that path...

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that tall, slender old man carved
out in the wood of our furniture.

:51:33
The truth is,
it was he led us...

:51:34
he was a guide
carved out of plaster.

:51:37
He had no eyes,
our grandfather.

:51:43
Nothing more than two deep, hollow,
somber pits in his face, Pedro!

:51:50
Nothing else shone besides
his terrible, golden hook!


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