Parece una broma, pero somos inmortales.(…) Todos inmortales, viejo.
Julio Cortazar, La Flor Amarilla (conto de Final del Juego).
![ieve](http://miradas.soylocoporti.org.br/files/2012/08/ieve.jpg)
Imagem minha, Ieve. Porto Velho, 2007.
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