Um vento muito leve passa...

'O último a sair, por favor, que feche a porta e apague as luzes. Não sei por quanto tempo será esta ausência.'

terça-feira

The Truth



There millions of people out there… but in the end… that all becomes down to one.

I still panic sometimes…forget to breathe…but I know, I know there something beautiful in all my imperfections.

A beauty which he hold up for me to save…

A strength that will never taking way…

I’m going out to see you next week…but until then… there’s one photo that I keep with me all the time…