sábado, maio 12, 2007

"That's how it always ends. A bit of magic, a bit of smoke. Something floating . But it doesn't work without the necessary push. A bit of laughter, a man... a beautiful woman and love. Let's start over. At the beginning, it was a man alone. No, he's not alone. Yet.
The woman left. The laughter stopped. But, the man is still here. Not like that... All alone.
It is a film. Everything is constructed. Still it hurts. "

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