Estar perto. Muito perto.Nunca suficientemente perto. Longe da intimidade?
posted by celso serra at 2:07 PM
Monday, April 09, 2007
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2 Comments:
estou há cinco minutos a olhar para o que escreveu.
quero comentar e não sei o que dizer.
nem sei explicar por que me perturbou assim tanto.
mas porventura, sim... por ser essa a explicação.
jà consegui ver o seu sem-se-ver)Por vezes nada se diz sobre o que nos perturba.Sente-se.Volte sempre.
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