terça-feira, 14 de agosto de 2012

Little Match Seller's Last Tear by Denilce Luca

"And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God." (Hans Christian Andersen)

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