Thursday, May 29, 2008

Secret post

Eu que não me comovo por dá cá aquela flor, comover-me-ia por todas as folhas e versos de um manjerico.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Second (proof) reading

«And he seized her hand and raised it to his lips and kissed it with an intensity that brought the tears to her eyes, and quickly he dropped it.»
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

[To be continued]