there’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
nay, her foot speaks. her wanton spirits look out
at every joint and motive of her body.
william shakespeare, troilus and cressida, 4.5.54-57
nay, her foot speaks. her wanton spirits look out
at every joint and motive of her body.
william shakespeare, troilus and cressida, 4.5.54-57

She moves in mysterious ways...
U2
«(...)
Apetece como um barco.
Tem qualquer coisa de gomo.
Meu Deus, quando é que eu embarco?
Ó fome, quando é que eu como?»
- Pessoa
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