Espiral do Silêncio
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Last published Sat, Oct 27, 2018
Entre diversas formas de viver e se expressar, a poesia é a mais pura de todas elas. Dentre a batalha constante do dia a dia, sempre é necessário um momento para respirar e permanecer em silêncio, deixando os pensamentos trabalharem o que a boca não consegue.
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