2017.08.24.
On our roads, at dusk,
On our roads, at dusk,There is such woefulness, there is such melancholy,
That the shadows, the hustle, the Tejo, the sea breeze
Awaken within me an absurd desire to suffer
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There is such woefulness, there is such melancholy,
That the shadows, the hustle, the Tejo, the sea breeze
Awaken within me an absurd desire to suffer