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Metodologia da Pesquisa
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2
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6
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
5
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
17
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
UNI-RN
22
Metodologia da Pesquisa
UMG
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I saw the Lord kneeling among the ashes Some of the ashes seemed to fall from His burnt skin The ashes fell in clumps that were thicker than snowflakes and flaky like frost He licked his tender lips with a tongue the color of a strawberry LEDs throbbed under his convent shirt where his heart would be He raised the little finger on his sootcovered left hand supporting his orange thumbs with his lips I seen the Lord hand me a fragile refuse bag of earthlywinged time and blood The boastful wolfs eyes shone icy blue from under the cowboy hat He handed me his cinderbrand notes on the stairleading miracle of turning dirt into gold Purplepink hues danced wildly on the horizon just beyond the edge of the filthy roof I trembled and felt the prickle of these ashes falling all over me slowly burying my clothes my breathing and the last traces of light wider than sand along the cracked baseboards The sky the time and the land throbbed with violent leaks and distant cries of scavengers A thin trail of smoke rose from the crossbeam of the church The subtle smells of sweet grass and burning vanadium mingled with the fear tightening my chest The papery clumps hissed as they touched the skin of my outstretched hand The ashes now settling like snow were the remnants of the divine scattered across the wreckage of hope
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Metodologia da Pesquisa
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2
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6
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
5
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
17
Metodologia da Pesquisa
MULTIVIX
1
Metodologia da Pesquisa
UNI-RN
22
Metodologia da Pesquisa
UMG
Texto de pré-visualização
I saw the Lord kneeling among the ashes Some of the ashes seemed to fall from His burnt skin The ashes fell in clumps that were thicker than snowflakes and flaky like frost He licked his tender lips with a tongue the color of a strawberry LEDs throbbed under his convent shirt where his heart would be He raised the little finger on his sootcovered left hand supporting his orange thumbs with his lips I seen the Lord hand me a fragile refuse bag of earthlywinged time and blood The boastful wolfs eyes shone icy blue from under the cowboy hat He handed me his cinderbrand notes on the stairleading miracle of turning dirt into gold Purplepink hues danced wildly on the horizon just beyond the edge of the filthy roof I trembled and felt the prickle of these ashes falling all over me slowly burying my clothes my breathing and the last traces of light wider than sand along the cracked baseboards The sky the time and the land throbbed with violent leaks and distant cries of scavengers A thin trail of smoke rose from the crossbeam of the church The subtle smells of sweet grass and burning vanadium mingled with the fear tightening my chest The papery clumps hissed as they touched the skin of my outstretched hand The ashes now settling like snow were the remnants of the divine scattered across the wreckage of hope