Vou ler este poema a quinta-feira. É o melhor.
Seja já muito famoso e conhecido, mais é tão lindo.
[A ênfase é minha.]

O navio negreiro
Castro Alves

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'Stamos em pleno mar... Doudo no espaço
Brinca o luar - dourada borboleta;
E as vagas após ele correm... cansam
Como turba de infantes inquieta.

'Stamos em pleno mar... Do firmamento
Os astros saltam como ( Read more... )

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This is pretty much what living in Paris is like.

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When I was coming from Raspail this morning, a thin, white kitty leaped up onto the seat of a moto as I was walking by. Her paws didn’t quite grip the smooth leather of the seat, and her eyes went wide as she started to slip off the moto. I quickly grabbed her and boosted her safely up onto the seat, then leaned over and coo-cooed her for a minute ( Read more... )

I don’t really know why this has been a good day, except that I have a strong feeling that it was. It’s probably just that the bad chemicals have vacated the premises temporarily ( Read more... )