Mute
Poeta igor Santos.
Enquanto o mundo e as ruas ganham cores nessa época de Natal…Os dias de quem nada tem a comemorar perdem as cores. O passado às vezes tira o brilho do presente, e assim desconstrói o futuro de alguém. Não plante uma semente no coração do outro, se você não terá tempo para cuidar dela. Igor Rodrigues Santos
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