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| Hisalena | Publicado: 05/03/2008 23:17 Atualizado: 05/03/2008 23:17 |
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 Re: O CHÃO ERA O LIMITE... *Um bonito e doce poema de amor. "Tocam o chão devagarzinho" penso que é o reconhecer da realidade, o assumir do que aconteceu, o constatar que é real e não fruto do sonho ou da imaginação.
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