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Wednesday 1 May 2013
MAL-ME-QUER, BEM-ME-QUER
Falemos, pois, de amor: serenamente.
A esfinge que nós somos, adormece cansada
e a criança de um dia olha-nos, frente a frente.
(Muito, pouco, nada).
Daniel Filipe
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EM GERAL, NÃO SOU NEUTRO
VILANCETE CASTELHANO DE GIL VICENTE
TODA ESPERANÇA É PERDIDA
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