Desmancha e desalinha os seus cabelos a fresca brisa. Confunde as folhas e encrespa o mar. Lambe a sua cara e me traz o seu perfume. Lembra a sua infância e me leva aos tempos quando meninos, brincávamos por entre os montes, vales e montanhas, de médico e paciente. De marido e de mulher. [silvioafonso]


*************************************** ***************¶¶¶¶¶¶****************** **************¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶***************** **************¶¶¶**¶¶¶¶**************** **************¶¶¶***¶¶¶**************** ***************¶¶¶**¶¶¶**************** ****************¶¶¶¶¶¶***************** ******************¶¶¶¶¶¶*************** *****************¶¶¶¶*¶¶¶¶************* ****************¶¶¶¶****¶¶¶¶¶********** ***************¶¶¶¶*******¶¶¶¶¶******** ********¶¶¶¶¶*¶¶¶¶**********¶¶¶¶¶****** ******¶¶¶¶**¶¶¶¶¶****¶¶¶¶*****¶¶¶¶***** *****¶¶¶¶***¶¶¶¶****¶¶¶¶*****¶¶¶¶¶***** *****¶¶¶***¶¶¶¶*****¶¶¶¶****¶¶¶¶¶****** ******¶¶¶*¶¶¶¶*******¶¶¶¶**¶¶¶¶******** ********¶¶¶¶***********¶¶¶¶¶¶¶********* ***************************************