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passe o mouse, isso é mágico
“Fiz da folha em branco minha melhor companhia, me atrevo, desenho, me descrevo, seja texto, carta, poema ou poesia. As palavras me ganham, se não quero cantar, dizer, falar, escrevo pois o papel sabe me acompanhar na hora de uma travessia. Não pretendo ser escritora, nem amadora, escrevo para desabar, desabafar todas as minhas melancolias. É mais do que uma mania, é como um vendaval, uma ventania, escrevo o que amo e por onde ando, pura nostalgia essas minhas alegrias.”
Nem tudo que acaba, tem um final.