"Já não vem ninguém" Fiction by Sidónio Bettencourt

The voices are the words you write, drawing with them gestures of love on paper. Words that are not fog or veil. Words that reveal that unravel. Words we speak. Hasn't anyone arrived? ... I'm here. I came, Sidónio. And many more will come, attracted by this soft rustle. And will be listening, fascinated. Listening without fatigue, because the pleasure does not tire. How beautiful sound your words, my friend! How beautiful they sound! Who could steal them from you ... - Daniel de Sá

Publisher: Veraçor
Idiom: Portuguese