Talvez desta vez eu planeje utilizar o blog mais como pequeno caderno virtual e menos como pequeno diário virtual.
"Hear me ye, O reaper of dreams;
As the abyss stares upon my sins
Let cursing whispers cut the roots
Of dark, lingering, miserable truths.
And drain from me all desires foul
A vessel to be, my soul to allow
A being of deeds, of dawn, of dusk
No longer a burden, no longer a husk.
If dare I succumb to this poison divine
Forget then my name, my voice, my eyes
As in a dreamless land, devoid of all shines
I'll rest in your arms and you'll rest in mine"
