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Tim Tim no Tibet
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Leitores
Todos os que leram e atravessaram o livro
como uma cidade
souberam demorar-se numa rua mais densa,
apressar o passo numa longa avenida,
ou não fazer nada disto e simplesmente caminhar,
andar através do livro na passada que escolheram.
Andamos só
por onde não há caminhos feitos.
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