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Surra de Algodão

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Surra de Algodão

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Entre quatro paredes, os afetos se consomem, convertendo a saudade em chama. Aquela mulher, outrora serena, transfigura-se em uma entrega impetuosa — uma intensidade tão legítima que jamais gera traumas ou marcas, assemelhando-se, sim, a uma genuína "surra de algodão". Os encontros ganham vulto, o paladar do convívio torna-se infinito e os delírios ratificam a urgência da cumplicidade. Por vezes, ambos se enredam nas simplicidades da vida, enquanto outros naufragam por não compreenderem que a escassez de afeto é a contramão do próprio amor.

Muitos ardem em brasa. Na intimidade, trocam olhares e despem-se de suas defesas no pensamento. Como um veleiro que desliza suave, o vaivém das ondas acompanha o ritmo dos ventos que habitam o peito — ora céleres, ora impetuosos —, guardando em seu âmago uma calmaria que excita a paz.

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    I'm stuck on the woman transfiguring. Do you mean she changes how she shows up with him, or is it something she did to herself before they even met?

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  • samReads2

    Why does the calmness excite the peace? That line confused me in the best way. What's the difference, in what you were feeling?

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  • gwen64

    What made you use the sailboat? I keep coming back to the wind in the chest line, does that feeling have a name for you, or is it just the thing that happens?

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