A Bruxa que Amou os Anjos

A Bruxa que Amou os Anjos

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Rosalinda era a bruxa da rua Vinhedos, no subúrbio do Rio de Janeiro aonde homens e mulheres se espremiam entre rotinas e sonhos quebrados. Dentre todas as casas, a da bruxa destoava. Era simples, de fato, mas era rodeada por um jardim fabuloso, com toda a sorte de cores, um oásis para os olhos em meio ao cinza da rua pacata. Ela também cultivava as flores do próprio velório, cozia bolo de milho e amava os anjos. Amou-os todo o tempo. *** "A Bruxa que amava os anjos" foi escrito originalmente para uma tentar ganhar espaço em uma antologia (Postumus - Relatos Sombrios), mas acabei desistindo de enviar. Decidi postar aqui depois de pensar um bocado.
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