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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
O rio corre para o oceano Em suave correria, como quem escorre por entre letras, vagamente tranquilo, exaltando-se nos estreitos intrincados do silencio. Quando chega, mistura-se com as aguas salgadas, diluindo a sua acalmia, nas ondas revoltadas desse mar de sentidos. Escuta o marulhar, nele has-de encontrar o meu murmurio, a voz das letras que um dia foram riacho e hoje se confundem com o fulgor da tempestade. Segue-me ao longo da costa, como barco a vela que teme o oceano profundo. Contorna-me na orla deste gigante rio que somos.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
O rio corre para o oceano Em suave correria, como quem escorre por entre letras, vagamente tranquilo, exaltando-se nos estreitos intrincados do silencio. Quando chega, mistura-se com as aguas salgadas, diluindo a sua acalmia, nas ondas revoltadas desse mar de sentidos. Escuta o marulhar, nele has-de encontrar o meu murmurio, a voz das letras que um dia foram riacho e hoje se confundem com o fulgor da tempestade. Segue-me ao longo da costa, como barco a vela que teme o oceano profundo. Contorna-me na orla deste gigante rio que somos.