domingo, 11 de outubro de 2009

Desaba _ fo

Desabou. O quase tudo desabou.
Oque era quase eu.
Oque ainda estava por aqui.

A música fala por sí só...

Pink Floyd - Great Gig in the sky...









"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."





Hope.

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