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Acqua di sole: La saga dei Fiorenza e dei Gentile

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“[...] foi um milagre descobrirmos acima de tudo que nos bastamos dentro dos limites da nossa própria casa, confirmando a palavra do pai de que a felicidade só pode ser encontrada no seio da família; foi um milagre, querida irmã, e eu não vou permitir que este arranjo do destino se desencante, pois eu quero ser feliz, eu, o filho torto, a ovelha negra que ninguém confessa, o vagabundo irremediável da família, mas que ama a nossa casa, e ama esta terra, e ama também o trabalho, ao contrário do que se pensa; foi um milagre, querida irmã, foi um milagre, eu te repito, e foi um milagre que não pode se reverter: as coisas vão mudar daqui pra frente, vou madrugar com nossos irmãos, seguir o pai para o trabalho, arar a terra e semear, acompanhar a brotação e o crescimento, participar das apreensões da nossa lavoura, vou pedir a chuva e o sol quando escassear a água ou a luz sobre as plantações, contemplar os cachos que amadurecem, estando presente com justiça na hora da colheita, trazendo para casa os frutos, provando com tudo isso que eu também posso ser útil [...]”

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