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Ciclo do amante substituível, by Ricardo Domeneck (2012)

juliana brina 24 de August de 2018 0 Comments

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Ciclo do amante substituível, by Ricardo Domeneck (2012)
- In which the poet celebrates his twenty-fice-year-old lover (poem, tr. Hilary Kaplan)
- Booted (poem, tr. Hilary Kaplan)

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7 Letras, 2012, 192 p. Goodreads

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