Castelo

O sol cobrindo tudo
me parece neve agora.

A vida e a alegria daquele momento
ficaram lá mesmo, em Lisboa.

                                  Quando se pensa que não é possível
                                  ser mais feliz, vê-se:
                                             é isso mesmo.
                                             A Felicidade é areia...
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