Odiava a placitude das campas e o grasnar dos corvos. Até mesmo o vento parecia mais frio e sinistro nos cemitérios; transportava o desespero dos que partiam e a mágoa do que ficavam, ao mesmo tempo que murmurava aos ouvidos os milhares de sonhos quebrados e os dias roubados.

-Patricia Morais

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