Cry for everything that was lost, for everything that only threatened and never came to be, for what I lost of myself, for the dead yesterday, for the dirty today, for the tomorrow that doesn't exist...
Love is an essentially transitory state. It's like an illness. It has its incubation phase, its acute period, its decline and its convalescence...
Ramalho Ortigão
If time is money, I should be rich.
Ediel
dry river not even a breath the cicadas crackle
Rogério Martins
The end is the beginning of something..."
Anne Caroline Monteiro Moreira
Someone to whom we do small favors, hoping to receive greater favors in return.
Baron de Montesquieu