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Monday, December 2, 2013
O ideal era estalar os dedos e surgir-me na mão um caderno e uma caneta, porque o tempo que demoro a ir buscá-los à mala extermina o meu pensamento e derrete toda a lógica que me invadia.
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Anonymous
December 2, 2013 at 8:19 PM
gostei muito desta metáfora, faz todo o sentido. (:
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gostei muito desta metáfora, faz todo o sentido. (:
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