terça-feira, junho 16, 2009
Como o Tempo passa
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
All the things that you've given me will always stay
They're broken but I'll never throw them away
— Tom Waits, Broken Bicycles.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins - T. S. Eliot.
The seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
All the things that you've given me will always stay
They're broken but I'll never throw them away
— Tom Waits, Broken Bicycles.