quinta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2011

I am cold. Out, waiting for the day to come...

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.

Joanna Newsom,
que, além de ter aquecido a noite fria de ontem,
fez-me acreditar que o Céu existe. *

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