"Se depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia, não há nada mais simples.
Tem só duas datas - a da minha nascença e a da minha morte.
Entre uma e outra coisa, todos os dias são meus" - Alberto Caeiro
02 julho 2010
querias uma pista?! então toma lá!
5 comentários:
Anónimo
disse...
Their hands touched softly. It seemed like a lifetime. They stood in silence while staring in each others eyes, all the words, all the memories, the kind touches, all the laughts, the soft kisses, the smooth sleepless nights, it was all there in their look. Their hands touched softly but the steel bars kept them apart. Their minds were together, as one...
5 comentários:
Their hands touched softly. It seemed like a lifetime. They stood in silence while staring in each others eyes, all the words, all the memories, the kind touches, all the laughts, the soft kisses, the smooth sleepless nights, it was all there in their look. Their hands touched softly but the steel bars kept them apart. Their minds were together, as one...
eu a mim parece-me que alguem anonimo está a ver mal o filme...
este era um post p mim..nao era 'direccionado' a ninguem em especial...
hm..
Subjectivity...
It all as to do with the person that reads, sees, hear, feel and what it means to himself, is it not?
you're right, im sorry lol
anw, just as you were missunderstood, so i though that i might have been missinderstood as well ^^
As the French say: touché!
(as you read this, in your mind the words must sound with french accent, no?)
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