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Tenho pensando muito na proximidade dos 30 ultimamente, não que isso seja um problema mas a sensação de ver o tempo pesa. Conheço pessoas de 26 que tem filho, casa, cachorro, bom emprego, amante, assinam Veja e vão a missa. Quando volto pra casa nas quartas feiras depois de tomar a saideira no bar sinto o comum se aproximando e sinto o peso da idade no outro dia.
Olho para meus amigos de 25,26,27,28 e me pergunto se eles pensam nisso. Será que o 29 é o novo 39? ou o novo 19 com eterna síndrome de Peter Pan? (penso por um instante)As pessoas da minha idade não bebem mais aquela cerveja barata e sim as IPAS e STAUT, eu deixei a vodka e agora me dou por satisfeito com vinhos. Paciência!
O medo de uma vida comum me move mas não move o mundo que vai levando com a barriga e vendo o tempo passar, de repente eu mudo isso aos 29 e ou as 30 do segundo tempo.
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