13 Maio, 2019 Sentido desúnico Oh, I wasted all this time with a deadend mind MadrugadaA Deadend MindMadrugadaA Deadend MindMadrugadaA Deadend Mind<iframe src='https://tintanobolso.escritas.org?action=embed_zoomsounds&type=player&margs=eyJjb25maWciOiJ0aW50YSIsInNvdXJjZSI6Ilwvd3AtY29udGVudFwvYXVkaW9cL211c2ljXC9NYWRydWdhZGEgLSBBIERlYWRlbmQgTWluZC5tcDMiLCJhcnRpc3RuYW1lIjoiTWFkcnVnYWRhIiwic29uZ25hbWUiOiJBIERlYWRlbmQgTWluZCIsInBsYXlfdGFyZ2V0IjoiZm9vdGVyIn0%3D' style='overflow:hidden; transition: height 0.3s ease-out;' width='100%' height='180' scrolling='no' frameborder='0'></iframe> há quem se diga lúcido, sem sequer conhecer o mar