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Não te peço muito, amor… apenas: -acende a luz do farol pra mim?&amp;nbsp;




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“E se eu tivesse agido de outra forma? E se eu não tivesse me envolvido?...&lt;br/&gt;
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Quando nasci veio um anjo safado o chato dum querubim e decretou que eu tava predestinado a ser errado...&lt;br/&gt;
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"Eu queria poder resolver todos os problemas do mundo.

Eu queria poder em algum momento do meu dia trazer um sorriso no rosto de quem apenas vê escuridão.




Eu...&lt;br/&gt;
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Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo...&lt;br/&gt;
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Em cada uma minha incompletude a parte intensa&amp;nbsp;

é a infinitude que insurge unindo-me a ti&amp;nbsp;

em cada manhã a que o "lá fora"...&lt;br/&gt;
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A cor damos um ao outro.&amp;nbsp;

Acordados e en(tre)laçados, mãos que se sufocam de tanto querer.




O con(tato)certo da tua pele sobre a minha é a cor dar todos os dias em...&lt;br/&gt;
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Imagem daqui





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Desejos são asas.




Asas podem ser partidas mas não nos fazem desistir do vôo profundo que é pensar. Canto com o vento a sabedoria do tempo. Vivo a vida com amor, mesmo não sabendo...&lt;br/&gt;
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quase não sobrevivi para contar;

quase entrei para a faculdade;

quase publiquei um livro;

quase esqueci que é necessário lembrar - sempre;

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O que era obscuro agora é claro.

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E às vezes eu sei, sou esquisita. 




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"Se era amor? Não era. Era outra coisa. Restou uma dor profunda, mas poética. Estou cega, ou quase isso: tenho uma visão embaraçada do que aconteceu. É...&lt;br/&gt;
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Como explicar o que nasceu sem sementes? Um amor incubado em estrelas cadentes...





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