DESPEDIDA
Quando um amor se vai,
os minutos
ficam soluçando
a soledade atroz da despedida.
Solidariedade do tempo
ao que ficou só.
José Atanásio Borges Pinto
(poeta gaúcho)
posted by lino @ 13:15
How many times must a man look up, Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have, Before he can hear people cry? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
posted by lino @ 13:15
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