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imagem: Isabel Dall’Agnol Gira, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gira.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Vai e⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vem.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀É feito roda⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gigante. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Um carrossel⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀constante. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Escorrega. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀E fica ali,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dentro da caixa ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀de areia.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Até parece que ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀nunca vai sair. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A gangorra sobe⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀e desce.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sem cessar.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sem reclamar.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mas será… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Que ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀não se cansa? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀E a grama? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sempre pisada.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀E as flores?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Muitas vezes arrancadas.E as pedrinhas?⠀Arremessadas acabampor separadas. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mas, sim, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sempre há ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀gargalhadas.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sorrisos e⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alegria.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Vibrando energia.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Para que,… Continuar lendo A praça