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"I was walking along the road 

with two friends 

The sun was setting 

– I felt a wave of sadness – 

The sky suddenly turned blood-red 

I stopped, leaned against the fence

tired to death – looked out over 

the flaming clouds like blood and swords 

– the blue-black fjord and city – 

My friends walked on 

I stood there quaking with angst 

and I felt as though a vast, endless 

Scream passed through nature" 

EDVARD MUNCH, 1892 diary entry from which the poem, painted in one of the four versions of "The Scream", originated. 

[...por vezes nós gritamos mas ninguém ouve os nossos gritos...]