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Preferia plantar árvores, embora as regasse todos os dias. Todos mesmo, sem excepções, e sempre com muita água. Só tinha de esperar até final do Verão, a época em que colhia os seus frutos. Sabia que alguns chegariam sob forma de livro. Quem os saboreava, e os caroços aqui não contam, dizia que gostava muito.

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Manu disse…
Existe o cuidado e o carinho com a terra e as sementes....e elas vão nascendo..até virar um lindo pomar. Com todos os frutos do mundo.
Manu disse…
Existe o cuidado e o carinho com a terra e as sementes....e elas vão nascendo..até virar um lindo pomar. Com todos os frutos do mundo.
Sofia disse…
Haverá coisa mais gratificante que a metamorfose de um sonho?

Especialmente quando se merece como tu Joonas.

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There was a time, not too long ago, I believed I had become a misogynous guy. False. I wasn’t. Then I started fearing I was slightly gynophobic. Nope. I was just afraid to bump into another stupid girl. It wasn’t easy to understand it but 10 or 15 years later I realize I’m just too sensitive to 19 specific species of women. Indeed, I can even turn intolerant in presence of one of them. Such a phenomenon can be either personal taste or old trauma, I know. However, I don’t care anymore. I just confess the following kind of females have the power to bruise my soul:


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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