19 October 2012


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Ana Cristina Leonardo said...

Eu acho que o Pina ia gostar deste poema

When Anne and I go out for a walk
We hold each other's hand and talk
Of all the things we mean to do
When Anne and I are forty-two.

And when we've thought about a thing,
Like bowling hoops or bicycling
Or falling down on Anne's balloon,
We do it in the afternoon.

The morning walk, in Now we are six, A.A. Milne

10/20/2012 1:23 PM
João Lisboa said...

Também me parece.

10/20/2012 2:41 PM

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