Something touching...
Há coisas que pela sua simplicidade me comovem...
"She took his arm, and they resumed walking. They were overtaken by others, more able-bodied: a boy on Rollerblades, two girls leading a little dust mop of a dog, a middle-aged couple carrying plastic bags of groceries. The couple stayed just slightly ahead; they weren't talking, but there was something sympathetic and companionable about the way they kept in step with each other, their shoulders gently touching.
Sometimes Rebecca had to fight down the feeling that life had treated her unfairly".
-- Excerto de "Back when we were grownups", de Anne Tyler
"She took his arm, and they resumed walking. They were overtaken by others, more able-bodied: a boy on Rollerblades, two girls leading a little dust mop of a dog, a middle-aged couple carrying plastic bags of groceries. The couple stayed just slightly ahead; they weren't talking, but there was something sympathetic and companionable about the way they kept in step with each other, their shoulders gently touching.
Sometimes Rebecca had to fight down the feeling that life had treated her unfairly".
-- Excerto de "Back when we were grownups", de Anne Tyler