A rua dos cataventos I – Poema de Mário Quintana
Escrevo diante da janela aberta. Minha caneta é cor das venezianas: Verde!… E que leves, lindas filigranas Desenha o sol
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Escrevo diante da janela aberta. Minha caneta é cor das venezianas: Verde!… E que leves, lindas filigranas Desenha o sol
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