quarta-feira, 20 de junho de 2012
Como os cursos de água incham... e numa torrente mais forte, procuram novos caminhos, abrem regos no chão e transportam todo aquela vida liquida para conhecer novas terras, para alimentar novos seres... no decorrer desse "overload" outros cursos secam, definham... deixam de ser o transporte do néctar liquido que nos alimenta, que nos permite colher seus frutos das plantas, até das espinhosas, as que matreiras nos envevenam e deixam suas marcas na pele...
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