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"…cheguei a um acordo perfeito com o mundo: em troca do seu barulho dou-lhe o meu silêncio…" (R. Nassar)
Joseph Conrad:"It was the dead of winter . The great lawn in front was as pure and smooth as an Alpine snowfield, a white and feathery level sparkling under the sun as if sprinkled with diamond-dust, declining gently to the lake - a long, sinuous piece of frozen water looking bluish and more solid than the earth. A cold brilliant sun glided low above and undulating horizon of great folds of snow in which the villages of Ukrainian peasants remained out of sight, like clusters of boats hidden in the hollows of a running sea."(Prince Roman, Selected Short Stories, Wordsworth, 1997, pp. 207-208)