Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.
Tuesday, November 6
Stop and strain your ears It's scarcely more than a whisper Still the word is out You shoot to attention Recognition is immediate Answering is an instinctive reaction
I am the wind on the sea
I am the stormy wave
I'm the sound of the ocean
I'm the sun's tear
I'm the defiant word
I'm the god who put fire
in your head, the cutting word, the cold word.. who am I?
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grande pic.*
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