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Faça crescer a sua própria Sorte

 Temas da semana: Faça crescer a sua própria Sorte/ No fim do teste/ Nas visitas de estudos da escola/ Vazio

 

 

Enterrou as sementes em terra seca, as mãos feridas de esperança.
Veio a chuva, tardia, mas veio. Entre espinhos, brotaram flores improváveis.
Chamaram-lhe sorte. Ele sorriu. Soubera, desde sempre, que colhe quem ousa semear.

 

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