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30 Belchior phrases to praise his great work

The past is a garment that no longer serves us.

Depth aside, I want to stay glued to her skin night and day, doing it all over again and saying “yes” to passion.

My wild heart has this rush to live.

Through pain, I discovered the power of joy.

I’m not from the place of the forgotten, I’m not from the nation of the damned, I’m not from the backwoods of the offended. You know well: I know my place!

No! You didn’t stop me from being happy!

I need, we need, the unvarnished truth.

Get out of my way, I’d rather walk alone.

When you love me, hug me and kiss me very slowly so I have time to fall in love.

Hello, present, I’m coming. Hello future, I’m going!

I don’t need to be told which way the sun rises, because my heart beats there.

I want to come in your heaven, it can be in your hell. Live the divine human comedy where nothing is eternal.

I don’t want what the head thinks, I want what the soul wants.

What a crazy thing, what a roof of the mouth. A kiss in the car, in the back seat.

The only way it can be norm is to have no rules, is to never do anything the GM says. Always disobey, never bow.

I’m not happy, but I’m not dumb. Today I sing a lot more.

Solution, rhyme, Raimundo, The end of everything has come and the world can end.

From seeing so much, I was blinded; deaf from hearing so much.

Last year I died, but this year I don’t.

Because, you know, I prefer the innocence of sex and the purity of passion over love and boredom and loneliness.

If you come to ask me where I was in the time when you dreamed with your eyes open, I’ll tell you: friend, I despaired.

It was out of fear of flying that I held your hand for the first time.

At the moment I can consider myself a lucky guy, because, despite being very young, I feel safe and strong.

I’m just a Latin American boy with no money in the bank, no important relatives and coming from the countryside.

I have twenty-five years of dream and blood and South America.

Native sin is simply being alive, wanting to breathe.

Let’s give up things, let’s take care of life, otherwise death or something similar comes and drags us away, boy, without having seen life.

Loving and changing things interests me more!

I’m afraid to open the door that leads to the backlands of my solitude.

Love is something deeper than a chance encounter.

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