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  • I'm invading my mom's writings because I've just watched myself in a comfortable basket in a place I don't remember well.
    You know, I've travelled the Seven Seas, and everywhere they call me the most different ways, even girly names, humpf! But when I'm not called "Valentino, El Princeps de El Cornholio y Asturias", I simply ignore your wrong mouth... and jump to your lap, wishing to know where you come from.

    Do you know Transylvania forests? Yes, I'm the Prince who nailed Vlad Dracul's right toe when he dared to take me for a bath. Ask Transylvanians!
    And have you already tasted the flavor of soaped water from Ganges river? Hmmm... too tempered, that curry water!
    I made America with Indians, and they submitted me their bisons to guide me coast to coast, but after that I decided to go South. Too much dust and waterfalls and canyons, you know? It gives a lot of hard work!

    Then Aztecas, Mayas, Yanomamis, Tupinambás... You know, Vlad was not the only one to like Human flesh. I'm lucky to be a masked tabby cat in the savage garden of Human hearts, hm!

    I told my parents i was walking alone on wall, in a rainy night in Curitiba, because they wouldn't bear to know I was coming down from Amazon river, and destiny made me try a ride with strangers who could have left me in Buenos Aires.

    Carlos Gardel would have made the best tango ever if he had met me. But he was too busy with my fans! I legate the work of taking care of all of them worldwide to other humans, because now I'm only fighting against Second Life!

    (Photo by Leonardo Martins)
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