"Vivo de cara pra o vento na chuva, e quero me molhar.
O ter莽o de F谩tima e o cord茫o de Gandhi, cruzam o meu peito.
Sou como a haste fina, que qualquer brisa verga, mas nenhuma espada corta."
We鈥檝e updated our privacy policy so that we are compliant with changing global privacy regulations and to provide you with insight into the limited ways in which we use your data.
You can read the details below. By accepting, you agree to the updated privacy policy.
