Clarice | Dani Oliveira
[PT] Tudo sempre tem de começar em um belo dia de verão. Ninguém poderia pressentir o que viria a acontecer naquele dia tão essencialmente perfeito. Os pássaros cantavam mais alto do que seus pequenos pulmões pareciam resistir, o sol brilhava com intensidade tal que era difícil imaginar que minutos antes ele não estava ali.
Clarice acordava com o melhor humor nesta manhã de domingo. Seus olhos sorriam docilmente e seus cabelos embaralhados movimentavam-se sobre seus ombros nus. Abria os olhos devagar, parecendo ser a única a prever os maravilhosos acontecimentos vindouros.
[EN] Everything always has to start on a beautiful summer day. No one could have predicted what would happen on that essentially perfect day. The birds sang louder than their little lungs could resist, the sun shone with such intensity that it was difficult to imagine that minutes before it hadn't been there.
Clarice woke up in the best mood this Sunday morning. Her eyes smiled sweetly and her messy hair moved over her bare shoulders. She opened her eyes slowly, seeming to be the only one to foresee the wonderful events to come.
Clarice acordava com o melhor humor nesta manhã de domingo. Seus olhos sorriam docilmente e seus cabelos embaralhados movimentavam-se sobre seus ombros nus. Abria os olhos devagar, parecendo ser a única a prever os maravilhosos acontecimentos vindouros.
[EN] Everything always has to start on a beautiful summer day. No one could have predicted what would happen on that essentially perfect day. The birds sang louder than their little lungs could resist, the sun shone with such intensity that it was difficult to imagine that minutes before it hadn't been there.
Clarice woke up in the best mood this Sunday morning. Her eyes smiled sweetly and her messy hair moved over her bare shoulders. She opened her eyes slowly, seeming to be the only one to foresee the wonderful events to come.
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