Por Luís Fernando Praga A alvorada cavalgava o vento E a estrela mãe deixou seus raios soltos. Um longo azul vestia o firmamento, Fios de plenitude em si envoltos. A brisa boa, perfumosa e leve, Fazia a gente se olhar de um jeito Que a gente ainda hoje nem se atreve Por falta de costume […]
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