Sempre

"Sempre conservei uma aspa à esquerda e outra à direita de mim."

Clarice Lispector

Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again

Silence speaks softly... I'd like to whisper gently while my hands hold thy heart. 
Even drowned on thy blood, which tastes sweet... Sweet as a brandy wine.
Maybe that's only a desire. Or maybe I'm going insane. Hell knows I don't care for what another.

Thais B. 

21-11-2010