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Sunday 1 February 2015
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oferecer-te um poema
que não escrevi
e esperar por saber
ter-te ele incendiado
o que nunca fui capaz
de acender ou saber
ter já sido o poema
que não ousaste
ler.
João Costa
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Natureza-morta com frutos
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Llama guardada
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