Smell Is A Strange Sight.

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

It's Been Months Since I Last Wrote. I've Lived In A State Of Mental Slumber, Leading The Life Of Someone Else. I've Felt, Very Often, A Vicarious Happiness. I Haven't Existed. I've Been Someone Else. I've Lived Without Thinking.

For Who Expects Nothing, All That Comes Is Grateful

Ser Compreendido é Prostituir-se.

It's Been A Long Time Since I've Been Me.