3 minutos sem ar, 3 dias sem água, 3 semanas sem comida...
quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014
I work with words all day long for the past twenty years
And I’m still unable to find another word for mine, my. I don’t like those words. Nothing belongs to me. Things are just floating around me momentarily. Damn words.
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