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Thursday, January 11, 2018

Carta de amigo

Lembras-te, Gonçalo, de todos os concertos
A que fomos juntos
E de todas as sessões de cinema
Que partilhámos?
Éramos eu cá e tu lá.
Conhecemo-nos como recrutas
Ao serviço da nossa pátria
Pelo menos, é assim que eu me lembro,
Mais ou menos.
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