eu te amei , eu te amo
e pra sempre te amarei.
And so am vain and sensitive, capable of absorbing and violent impulses, good and bad, noble and base, but never a feeling that remains, not an emotion that continue, and enter into the substance of the soul. Everything in me is the tendency to be below something else, an impatience of the soul with itself, like a child with unwelcome; an ever-growing unrest and always the same. Everything interests me and nothing holds me.
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