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"Todas as recordações são rastos de lágrimas"
posted by celso serra at 3:52 PM
Thursday, June 30, 2005
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2 Comments:
Por que será que sempre nos recordamos, fica aquele travo amargo de tristeza? Porque nos lembramos do bom e já não volta...? ou porque era tão mau que jamais deixará de nos doer...?
S.m.w.
Ambos os sentires se misturam e perduram...
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