ALGO MAIOR DO QUE...

"Why is my verse so barren of new pride,

So far from variation or quick change?

Why with the time do I not glance aside

To new-found methods and to compounds strange?

Why write I still all one, ever the same,

And keep invention in a noted weed,

That every word doth almost tell my name,

Showing their birth and where they did proceed?

O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,

And you and love are still my argument;

So all my best is dressing old words new,

Spending again what is already spent:

For as the sun is daily new and old,

So is my love still telling what is told."

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William Skakespeare

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"Adição

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Quando a sua voz aparece
Tão grave
Tão fortemente gravada
Minha boca cala.

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Fico muda
Dos meus sons
Invisivelmente perturbada
Pelo barulho seu.
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E nesta dança
Com ritmo de pensamentos
Colo meu rosto no seu
Para saber-te dentro de mim.
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É que não percebo
Que o que de você desprendeu
Eu já colhi
E estou, assim: maior."

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