As Mãos de Meu Filho – Conto de Érico Veríssimo
Todos aqueles homens e mulheres ali na platéia sombria parecem apagados habitantes dum submundo, criaturas sem voz nem movimento, prisioneiros
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Todos aqueles homens e mulheres ali na platéia sombria parecem apagados habitantes dum submundo, criaturas sem voz nem movimento, prisioneiros
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