Hoje. Trago em meu corpo as marcas do meu tempo. Meu desespero, a vida num momento. A fossa, a fome, a flor, o fim do mundo. . Hoje. Trago no olhar imagens distorcidas.
She was born at midnight. The moment that the storms came. The ground was thirsty. It was cracked and bare. She was magic and everybody knew it. She had blue eyes and warm golden hair.