Besouro, before dying, whistled and gave a signal. I will say for the people and for those who do not know: I am not second-handed; my past is well-guarded, I swear. Those done unknowingly beneath my blade, where are their guts?
Olha o homem
Look at the man I killed: I didn’t get into his wallet. Look at the man I killed. It was a fine disorder and a fine assassination. Tomorrow I go forth for this world of God.
And I stepped on dry leaves and saw them rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle. I saw them rustle, rustle, rustle. He who cannot deal with cunning carries no protection. I saw them rustle, rustle, rustle.
