«Parece maricas» (...) «E era uma pena, porque estava de se barrar com manteiga e comer-se vivo»
Chronicle of a Death ForetoldLife is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
The Collected PoemsNevertheless, life and death are mysterious states, and we know little of the resources of either.
CarmillaThere is no way I am masturbating with a gringo to something as vile and disgusting as worm-rape!
Gigantic Death Worm