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A Jennifer pouco ou nada lhe interessavam as falsas partidas. Nem a incomodavam. Preferia ocupar-se com as verdadeiras chegadas.

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Manuela disse…
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Coisa que gosto é poder partir
Sem ter planos
Melhor ainda é poder voltar
Quando quero.
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Todos os dias é um vai-e-vem
A vida se repete na estação
Tem gente que chega prá ficar
Tem gente que vai
Prá nunca mais...

Tem gente que vem e quer voltar
Tem gente que vai, quer ficar
Tem gente que veio só olhar
Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar
E assim chegar e partir...

São só dois lados
Da mesma viagem
O trem que chega
É o mesmo trem
Da partida...

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Milton Nascimento.

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1- The hologram girl

You think everything is fine, that that closeness is real, and you stretch your arm. Of course you wanted more and she let you play that game. For a week. A month. Sometimes even for years. Helàs! Now you understand you were living in a dream. “Why did she give me so many wrong signs”, you wonder; “João, I’ve seen you always as a very good friend”, she states.


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