Filed in Fragmentos by on February 8, 2014 0 Comments


O pai ia-se decompondo.

O maravilhoso caos verbal parecia animar-se e animá-lo.

Por fim, o rosto já não lhe pertencia.

Era, apenas, Dor.

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