quinta-feira, junho 09, 2005
Para acabar de vez com os amigos
Having been I said. Unto Death my friend the hooded One. To you who walked beside me I leave the labours of my Love: my poverty my silence my oblivion. The Black so round and deep.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins - T. S. Eliot.
Having been I said. Unto Death my friend the hooded One. To you who walked beside me I leave the labours of my Love: my poverty my silence my oblivion. The Black so round and deep.