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“ENTREGA Abandonar o corpo à pessoa amada para que faça dele o que quiser. Não opor qualquer resistência entregar-se natural, suavemente. O outro sabe as veredas como o rio desce encostas para seu gozo no mar. Abandonar o corpo ao outro para que invente, projete pontes de suspiros, liberte seus demônios e poemas e se converta em anjo num ruflar de penas. Abandonar o corpo à sorte alheia fundida à própria sorte, dissolver-se no corpo alheio como quem na vida, dissolve a morte.”

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