«Sleep is no longer a concept, it’s a material thing, an ancient means of transport, a softly moving belt, conveying him into Sunday»
Ian McEwan
quinta-feira, janeiro 6
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I seek a moment of sweet confort, to allow myself a minute of peace, to breath smoothly, to catch a glimpse of light. How can I transform the sorrow into something good?
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