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do quinto andar. Era noite.

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Como num flash os anos

1968, 1969, 1970, 1971, 1972, 1973 ....................2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005 ................2011, o beijo em Amanda, o acidente na Serra, a morte de Mauricio, Anitha se depilando para o primo, o primeiro carro do pai, a morte da mãe, o baile de quinze anos da prima e a chupetinha que ganhei de presente da aniversariante, a briga com o Arthuro que me deixou uma cicatriz no ombro, a transa com Anitha diante do primo, o diploma do colégio, da universidade, a primeira tentativa cortando os pulsos depois que Marlene foi embora, o primeiro beijo em Marlene, a primeira vez que  meus olhos encontraram o sorriso de Marlene, o primeiro beijo em Marlene depois do cinema, o dia que transamos debaixo do altar..., perpassavam-me confusamente.   Maaaaaaaaaaar

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Tivesse eu pulado do décimo andar terminaria esta história....    

por Claudio Domingos Fernandes