O Salto para o Sonho
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Last published Tue, May 4, 2021
Norte de Portugal, quando, no crepúsculo do Estado Novo, António e os companheiros, bengaleiros de profissão, perspetivaram na emigração clandestina a única forma de ascensão social.
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