The original gianti

Achar o ouro no escuro.

Nem medo da minha sombra

Nem da do outro

Que cada um corra

Ou fique

Ou invente as desculpas que quiser

E assim os ciclos se repetem

Os que querem comandar os outros

Veêm sua mentira ecoar

No oco daqueles que acham que precisam de mestres

E de recalques e razões

Os vazios se alimentam

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels.

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