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Sempre naquela sua voz aguda, adorava dizer-nos palavras graves. Kenneth era um tipo esdrúxulo.

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ob disse…
O silêncio adquire gritante importância quando as necessárias palavras não são ditas no momento adequado. Esses hiatos de som passam a vida a assaltar-nos a lembrança!
Rocío disse…
Adorei!

Detesto as "novas" acepções (oxítona, paroxítona, proparoxítona)... tão pouco inspiradoras hehehe
sónia disse…
...como o cágado, enfim, também demasiado monocórdico no seu andar e olhar.

Ao contrário de Rocío (mil perdões), adoro proparoxítonos, paroxítonos e oxítonos desde que não sejam monocórdicos ;)

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