WALK TOWARD THE RISING SUN
FROM CHILD SOLDIER TO AMBASSADOR OF PEACE
by Ger Duany & Garen Thomas
(Make Me a World, 9/22/20)
9781524719401
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WALK TOWARD THE RISING SUN
FROM CHILD SOLDIER TO AMBASSADOR OF PEACE
by Ger Duany & Garen Thomas
(Make Me a World, 9/22/20)
9781524719401
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“i, dolores jane umbridge, demand that you tell me everything i need to know about this place. right away, i’m not a very patient woman.”
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“i kind of hope this thing is some ministry test i’m being put through to see how much i can handle. because if i’m exactly trapped in this town forever, i might actually go mad.”
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“this town is filled with so many filthy muggles and half-breds. i can’t believe i’m stuck here for who knows how long.”
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“just my luck. i got a huge promotion at the ministry and then i was taken away from it. and placed in this terrible town.”
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Carta del nuevo urbanismo: revitalizar las comunidades a tres escalas. Región-ciudad-pueblo, barrio-distrito-corredor y elementos que potencien los recorridos peatonales.
Congreso fundacional del New Urbanism, 1993, Alexandria. Andres Duany, Elisabeth Plater-Zyberk, Peter Calthorpe y William Futon
Trago cigarros como tragava teus sorrisos: sem misericórdia. Deito nua na cama em lençóis frios e limpos, deixo a janela aberta pro sol seguir o caminho que suas mãos já fizeram: das coxas a nuca. Minha pele sua mas não queima, ela vibra. Pra onde vai o amor? Meus lábios sorriem como se fossem reflexo ao corpo nu e aos pés no chão. Teu amor eu guardei entre minhas pernas, teu desejo se enroscou em meus pelos, pintas e cicatrizes. Mas e o amor que se perde? Meu bem, já é fevereiro e todo amor perdido você prova com a língua em meu decote.