Every morning, a pigeon’s cooing awakens me.
I wish I could dream about a shotgun just once. In the dream, I’ll unshackle the bird from its conformity.
I dream of killing waking up and dreaming of freedom.
paulo brito
Cá me podem encontrar a percorrer o mesmo caminho; a arrotar bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite, e por vezes um até já.
