A primeira onda bateu como que rocha,
Os ventos fustigavam as velas em rodopio...
E meus olhos pouco viam senão a tocha,
Fruto do cordame da vela me acertar no ouvido.
A segunda veio da direcção oposta,
E os corpos balançaram sem lógica contra tudo.
A esperança saiu a correr para a costa,
E a seguir começou o meu luto...
segunda-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2020
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