puxar o capuz e tapar o cabelo
molhado
Esperar no beiral da porta.
A chuva cai aos poucos, há luz no lampião
E o cimento revela-se
Reflexos de cores, primárias
Coisas primárias vivem à chuva.
Molham-se
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Get a pan, pour a thin layer of olive oil, slice an onion in tiny pieces, peal and crash a garlic if you like, and let all fry for a couple of minutes. You made yourself an estrujido which can be the basis of virtually everything that you might want to cook next.
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