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Desejo partilhar convosco um achado que revi entre as minhas caixas. Este o primeiro poema que se encontra “vivo” da minha infância. Eu tinha 13 anos e a Eduarda 12. Este foi um presente de aniversário. Recordo o dia em que o escrevi: fazia frio e chovia. Era noite e todos dormiam.
Sem qualquer pretensão estas quadras infantis trouxeram-me as lágrimas aos olhos pela singeleza e a amizade dos tempos em que se é criança.
Dear Readers,
I wish to share with you a finding from my old boxes. This is my first written poem that survived from my childhood. I was 13 and my friend Eduarda 12. It was to celebrate her birthday I remember the day I wrote it: it was cold and raining. It was night and everyone was asleep.
These simple words bought me to tears. How unpretentious and sincere is friendhsip amongst children.
These simple words bought me to tears. How unpretentious and sincere is friendhsip amongst children.


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