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I have the waves on the beach, grab your rifle, point it at me, and order me to walk to the edge of the cliff where, contrary to our older brother, someone helps me jump.

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-Father mother brothers me
my dead older brother so long ago smiling…my mother…pushing me in the direction of the sea…and I was so content,so tired,so sleepy that,at the moment she let go,I don't know which one of us fell.

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Done. Another Antunes. Simply adored it.

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-Is it you or me that you want to kill with your drinking…when I say
-We were happy,weren't we?
you can't imagine how much it pains me to lie…my mother
-I would prefer for you to kill me rather than accept it and he didn't accept it,to punish her…

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I came to say goodbye to my older brother,and through him,to myself...there are people who take a long time to leave us…like dogs who are abandoned in a remote place come back…humble,you open the door and they don't dare come in,wet from the rain

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…I would wake up in the middle of the night certain that the ocean was calling me through the closed shutters, who told it my name…the echoes of the pines in the echo of my footsteps, which of us is the trees and which of us is me….

Midnight Is Not in Everyone's Reach
By António Lobo Antunes

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