My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them. Jack Kerouac
06 abril 2016
03 dezembro 2015
09 novembro 2015
Lisbon
When a home is still the same home
When a home fells like the same home
Smells like the same home
Looks like the same home.
When a home is not the same home
When a home is not my home.
When this home is no longer my home.
When a home fells like the same home
Smells like the same home
Looks like the same home.
When a home is not the same home
When a home is not my home.
When this home is no longer my home.
02 outubro 2015
21 setembro 2015
07 junho 2015
Diarios
Estive em Lisboa, e as duas únicas lembranças que tenho nítidas sao: deitar as cinzas da minha avó ao mar e tu.
Pesa-me o esqueleto esta viagem a Lisboa.
Pesa-me o esqueleto esta viagem a Lisboa.
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