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Mario Quintana
Mario Quintana

Mario Quintana was a Brazilian poet and writer born on July 30, 1906, in Rio de Janeiro, and passed away on May 5, 1994. He is considered an important figure in Brazilian modernist literature, known for his unique poetic style and profound humanistic concerns. more

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