A nossa música nunca mais tocou...

Até quando é difícil sorrir pela felicidade que quem já te fez tanto infeliz quanto a pessoa mais feliz na face da terra?
Até quando se pode viver de passados, sem atropelar o presente ou engarrafar o futuro?
Até quando você vai ser um pixel morto no visor da minha vida?

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Guilherme Montana disse…
Interessante seu post... Bate com o meu, de certa forma. Vai lá depois, no endereço "definitivo". Beijos
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