[Os que me conhecem sabem que volta e meia puxo da língua das minhas raízes, por isso haverá hipótese de este se tornar um blogue um tanto ou quanto bilingue... Inglesices...]
When the storm yells outside, I start my journey back into the bays of my soul, where the weather is not always pleasant, but at least it is a common place… There, the leaves are always golden orange or brown, the sun keeps shining and peeking through them, even though it’s cold and every once in a while abundant and fluffy snowflakes fall to complete the scenery… A paradoxical weather? Yes, indeed, for that is the essence of a human soul… Feels cosy and safe inside, though…
sometimes we have to say the the words that we have in our heart,in our mint.
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