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Hoje faltam 37 dias para o meu vôo, e se alguém quiser ir derrubar o avião, dizer tchau ou olhar de longe:


20 AGO Guarulhos – São Paulo/Madri 15:50/ 06:45
21 AGO Madri/ Moscou 10:25/ 17:15



E o que acontece com aquele tempo que eu achava suficiente ficar em Fortaleza pela última vez na vida? Se encurtou e eu nem fui ver. Eis o que acontece:

Eu venho pra São Paulo dia 10 de Agosto, - 10 dias = 27 dias, vou pra Teresina ainda -10 dias = 17 dias restantes em Fortaleza.

- This is it, it'll be over soon, Joely.
- What do we do now?
- Enjoy it.

É isso. Eu nunca mais vou ter um Carnaval, ou um aniversário, ou um Natal no Brasil pelos próximos 8 anos, depois é mais provável que continue sem ter. Não quero mais escrever. Agora é webcam, skype, msn e isso aqui, porque eu vou estar bem ali, num outro mundo nesse planeta, e já foi.

So long and thanks for all the fish, I'm glad we finally came to this.

Chego em Fortaleza Quarta-feira de madrugada, graças à conveniência dos vôos em horários convenientes, Quinta vou ver Harry Potter e já fui ameaçada com o intensivo de férias de tchau parcelado. Haha...

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