Tijolos que pisei e repisei naquela tarde, colunas amareladas que me passastes à direita ou à esquerda, segundo eu ia ou vinha, em vós me ficou a melhor parte da crise, a sensação de um gozo novo, que me envolvia em mim mesmo, e logo me dispersava, e me trazia arrepios, e me derramava não sei que bálsamo interior

-Machado de Assis

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