“Eu quero nós. Mais nós. Grudados. Enrolados. Amarrados.Jogados no tapete da sala. Nós que não atam nem desatam.Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu. Querodomingos de manhã. Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café etravesseiro. Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro. Quero aquele olhar que não cansa.”—Caio Fernando Abreu.
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