urbanidades, riffs e outros fragmentos
TOM FORTUNATO
Estou em direção à névoa da cidade. O cheiro de fritura dá a noção da chegada. E sobre a ponte vejo o rio gotejar, lá embaixo. Libertação dos sentidos!!!!
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Fim de tarde em Rio Grande
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