"Since I had nowhere permanent to stay, I had no interest whatever in keeping treasures, and since I was empty-handed, I had no fear of being robbed on the way"
Matsuo Bashô , The records of a travel-worn Satchel
sábado, 16 de maio de 2015
Morir de amor
Morir de Amor, by Gil Alkabetz [Eu vou acabar cortando meus pulsos se continuar ouvindo flamenco enquanto trabalho] [vou migrar prum samba...]