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They fuck you up, your mum and dad./They may not mean to, but they do./They fill you with the faults they had/And add some extra, just for you. Philip Larkin
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- Hyacints And Thistles
- Diversity or Divergency
- A Pussy With A Gun In His Hands
- Winter Landscape Played As An Autumn Sonata
- Whoring Life
- Straight Billy Board
- Past Ghosts
- Orfeu e Eurídice (In Real Time)
- Wise Door
- Stop The Bonde
- Beirut as if Bayreuth
- Wilde At Heart
- Love it or Loathe it
- Santiago Alquimista Dia 14
- Shame On Me
- Porquoi viens-tu si tard?
- Cirrosis (Not By Sarah Kane)
- In Reading
- Another Kind of Diva
- Fast Traveler in Slow Movements
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- A Invenção de Morel
- A Natureza do Mal
- A Origem das Espécies
- American Atheists
- Bibliotecário de Babel
- Cadeirão Voltaire
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- Estado Civil
- Insónia
- Irmão Lúcia
- João Pereira Coutinho
- Le Monde
- London Review of Books
- Publico
- renas e veados
- Salon
- sound + vision
- The Brights
- The Daily Telegraph (Torygraph)
- The Guardian
- The Gutenberg Project
- The New York Review of Books
- The New Yorker
- The Poetry Archive
- The Times Literary Supplement (TSL)
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