viaduto

neste mundo, onde a contradição não é uma coisa aceitável, é possível temer e amar a morte com a mesma força?

e amar a morte e a vida, e temê-las por igual?

palavras soltas neste quarto escuro

acordei cedo hoje, hein?

medo.

cobardia.

frio.

chuva.

algo para a noite

David Bowie - Wild Is The Wind

Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind,
and wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind