segunda-feira, 31 de março de 2008

At the end of a school day you leave with a head filled with adolescent noises, their worries, their dreams. They follow you to dinner, to the movies, to the bathroom, to the bed.
You try to put them out of your mind. Go away. Go away. I´m reading a book, the paper, the writing on the wall. Go away.

Frank McCourt, Teacher Man.

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