I want to be alone just to know if you were coming or going when you left this mess on my chest, a narrow piece, a defect in the merchandise, the way you wanted it
Goodbye, My Dreams! Goodbye, my dreams, I mourn and die! I don't miss existence! And so much life that my chest was full He died in my sad youth...
Álvares de Azevedo
Love is the ridiculousness of life. We look for an impossible purity in it, a purity that is always setting. Life came and took me with it. Luck is if you abandon...
Cazuza
Merit has its modesty, like chastity.
Charles Duclos
Blow the wind Hold on butterfly! On the flower petal.
Rodrigo de Almeida Siqueira
Beauty is the agreement between content and form.
Henrik Ibsen