When you get those moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense and you try despertely to hold on to them... They are the life-boats for the darker times when the vascenence of it all,the incomprehensivel nature of life is completely lucive... So the question become or should it be all along: What would you do if you knew you had one day, one week, or one month to live?
What life-boat would you grab on to?
Which secret would you tell?
What band would you see?
What person would you declare your love to?
What wish would you fulfill? What exotic local would you fly to for coffee? What book would wright?
Não sei quem sou nem o que sou, pois o que pensava que era não é o que sou. Estou a desintoxicar-me do que era para ser o que sou. Não compreendo ainda quem sou, mas estou a procura de mim" (Augusto Cury)
O meu mundo de sonhos ....