"I am twenty, and my knees are healing. The boy across the street committed suicide and the neighborhood is silent. Rain is for breathing in the smell of change and kisses will always be poisonous. And you are the only thing that will always be infinite. "
terça-feira, 9 de agosto de 2011
“A verdade que fere é pior do que a mentira que consola.” Carlos A Baccelli
