domingo, 28 de março de 2010

... While On A Bus

... I got this need to write something. Started my PC, web access and here I am, in the middle of nowhere connected to the world.

After a couple of scratches nothing's coming out. I simply deleted them. Nothing's coming but a not as happy like the other day. Still, I'm fine... I guess.

... don't measure a thing's greatness by the time it last but for the intensity you remember it after it's gone.

Why is there such a word as saudade?

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