Translúcido – Poema de Paulo Mendes Campos
Rosas rara se alçavam puras. Eu sonho que vivi sempre exaltado. Amo os danos do mundo, quero a chama Do
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Contos, crônicas e poesias de autores brasileiros
Contos, crônicas e poesias de autores brasileiros
Rosas rara se alçavam puras. Eu sonho que vivi sempre exaltado. Amo os danos do mundo, quero a chama Do
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