COHEN. NÃO FUI DORMIR COM ESSES DOIS TRECHOS NA CABEÇA. JOAN OF ARC.
sabato, luglio 18, 2009
And who are you? she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke. Why, Im fire, he replied, And I love your solitude, I love your pride. (...) I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?