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Poesia Torta de Kenia Cris é licenciado sob uma Licença Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported.
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- Kenia Santos
- Sci-Fi geek. Book nerd. Crooked poet. Art enthusiast. Comics dork. Board game buff. Full time thinker. Weekend photographer. Cinephile. Free spirit. Friendly soul. Fat kid.
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"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir..."
│"I suppose that understanding who I am is not a matter of intelligence but feeling..."│(Clarice Lispector)
│"I suppose that understanding who I am is not a matter of intelligence but feeling..."│(Clarice Lispector)
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Not sure if you did a Magpie- but I like the brevity of your words. A wound could be sealed over- a salve could be put on-But the elements of love would be scattered in and among either of these; even if they were not combined in the form love is...Thanks for visiting.
ReplyDeleteThat's very good back to this blog .. I hope someday I can write in English too ..
ReplyDeleteYiu said so much in so few words.
ReplyDeletetoo cute,
ReplyDeletewelcome join poetry picnic tonight.
Again ... very good!
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