CONTRA A PAREDE.
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Last published Fri, Jun 2, 2017
Que rumo estou tomando?
Sei que parece mais um daqueles discursos sentimentaloides, mas, tenho a aguda impressão qde que na medida que minha vida acontece, me vejo naufragando; a cada aniversário que faço a sensação de não estar no lugar que eu realmente queria estar. Isso me pressiona contra a parede. Simplesmente duvido de tudo em minha volta. Roger tem sido um bom marido, disso não posso discordar, mas não é apenas seu papel cumprido que quero. Confesso que falta calor as vezes. Amo meus filhos. Cairo e Evy preenchem o vazio do abismo que esses dias tem sido, mas... Falta algo... e sei que vou descobrir.
Nem que para isso eu me perca... pois é preciso se perder as vezes para se encontrar.
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