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Monday, November 07, 2011

Chove. Que fiz eu da vida? Fiz o que ela fez de mim... De pensada, mal vivida... Triste de quem é assim! Numa angústia sem remédio Tenho febre na alma, e, ao ser, Tenho saudade, entre o tédio, Só do que nunca quis ter... Quem eu pudera ter sido, Que é dele? Entre ódios pequenos De mim, estou de mim partido. Se ao menos chovesse menos! Fernando Pessoa
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