tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82683464468311632122024-02-06T19:45:17.733-08:00Crepitar da chuvaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11832709439590026272noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268346446831163212.post-41284238579123253202014-04-27T07:16:00.002-07:002014-04-27T07:16:29.860-07:00<br />
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"Passei à tua porta, estavas tu fazendo açorda.<br />
Aventas-te-me com ela acima, olha para isto, não fiquei bonito?"<br />
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Mais um dizere alentejano tal como os antigos da minha terra o dizem.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11832709439590026272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268346446831163212.post-64502911746765757752014-04-25T07:14:00.000-07:002014-04-25T07:14:21.763-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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- Sinto-me...<br />
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- Com fome?<br />
- Agora nem por isso, sinto-me...<br />
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- Com sono?<br />
- Um bocadinho sonolento sim, mas não é disso que se trata! Hoje sinto-me...<br />
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- É bom sinal que te sintas.<br />
- Não estás a ajudar -_-'<br />
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- Pronto pronto, sentes-te como?<br />
- Epa, não sei explicar. É uma cena cá dentro e lá fora.<br />
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- Vamos ficar aqui o resto da tarde...<br />
- Já sei!<br />
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- Então vá, conta lá como te sentes hoje!<br />
- Sinto-me... complexo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11832709439590026272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268346446831163212.post-36617637420486763402014-04-23T12:06:00.000-07:002014-04-23T12:06:06.109-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Simplesmente apeteceu-me partilhar mais uma música hoje.</div>
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Um dia irei aprender novamente a dançar a valsa.</div>
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E esse dia ficará uma vez mais marcado em todas as nossas vidas.</div>
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"Subi ao alto do escalitre com o te retrato na mão.<br />
Desecalitrei-me dele abaixo, bati com os cornos no chão."<br />
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Um dizere alentejano só para vocês ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11832709439590026272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8268346446831163212.post-16276284560136826942014-04-20T15:47:00.002-07:002014-04-20T15:47:42.454-07:00<div>
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Crepitar da chuva é um capítulo novo na minha vida, tão excitante quanto o amanhecer, mais quente que o fim do dia, e uma total e completa desorganização de sonhos em duas luas.</div>
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Podia explicar o que me vai na cabeça... mas perderia a piada ;)</div>
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A propósito, ele vai sorrir, tenho a certeza disso.</div>
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