When alone she would dream of all the improbable things that would happen when she would meet him. Sudden changes, shifts in fate, surprising events. Love at first sight - a remake of it, actually. But when she would finally meet him - chance encounters and the like - distance and nasty memories would take over like a pirate jumping on board. When they parted the dream would come back, slowly, now with a bitter, tired twist - piracy of the soul.
Os Tempos Que Correm
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