Do duro trabalho do homem campeiro se fazem aperos de encilhar a alma, tecendo com os tentos da solidão as noites de tempo feio. Buena lida, guasqueiro de ofício, coisa de poucos, meu xucro vício!
terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2011
sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011
segunda-feira, 11 de abril de 2011
quarta-feira, 6 de abril de 2011
Cordas chatas
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