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Tim Tim no Tibet
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Camões, "Os Lusíadas"
Fazei, Senhor, que nunca os admirados
Alemães, Galos, Ítalos e Ingleses,
Possam dizer que são pera mandados,
Mais que pera mandar, os Portugueses.
(Camões, "Os Lusíadas", X, 152)
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Helena Sacadura Cabral
September 18, 2011 at 5:54 PM
Que saudades deste povo que fomos,
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Alcipe
September 18, 2011 at 6:15 PM
E seremos.
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Isabel Seixas
September 19, 2011 at 8:05 AM
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