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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
(...)
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

ATÉ A AUTODISSOLUÇÃO.  TÃO BONITA E TÃO HERÓICA. PORQUE HERÓICA, LINDA, LINDA.