Contos Mundanos

Contos Mundanos

ErickAlmeida142036

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Last published Fri, Nov 29, 2019

Vaguear por esses campos me fez perceber o quão incerto é a nossa existência. A única certeza que temos é a morte. Ah, a doce Morte. Sinto que já tivemos laços de sangue. Por enquanto, a vida não tem um sentido para mim, mas, para ela, há um único sentido: a morte. Os acontecimentos e a incerteza da vida nos fazem temer a morte, nos fazem valorizar a vida. Para a Morte, a morte é o começo de uma vida longe de toda essa sujeira. A sujeira mundana. Todos os créditos a: PamBae. Erick Almeida.

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