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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
José Luís Peixoto ii.
mãe, eu sei que ainda guardas mil estrelas no teu colo.
eu, tantas vezes, ainda acredito que mil estrelas são todas as estrelas que existem.
(José Luís Peixoto in A Casa, a Escuridão)
1 comment:
maria
said...
Felizmente o poema estava guardado algures no tempo.
11:43 PM
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Felizmente o poema estava guardado algures no tempo.
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