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Tuesday 21 July 2009
Vigília
Sonho por entre as linhas deste livro
um vento de pássaros que empurre
para longe as nuvens. Nos seus ecos,
um perfume de sílabas embriaga
o horizonte. E fecho os olhos, para
que o rio da memória volte a correr.
Nuno Júdice
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