quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2012

São pequenas esferas que se juntam como por magneto.... começam na ponta dos ombros e depois de os transformarem em algo rijo, inquebrável e demasiado tenso... começam a criar mais e mais esferas que corroem a minha boa disposição, que me minam o sorriso e apagam aquela luz que devemos carregar sempre...
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