quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012



Opened, closed. Widened, widened, widened… little by little, closed.

And again opened and closed, and again… till she stops.

She did it for no one, as usual. Actually, she did it for herself.

Sometimes it is enough, but in special days, she wishes it could be real. For both.

Coisas da vida.

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