Yeah, that's going to be a long night's journey into day. I decided to grab my walking stick and go... The road goes ever on and on... É um passeio. Pra respirar ar novo. Pra colher as idéias que pairam docemente pelo ar. O ar de uma praça, um ar com um sabor gostoso de piercing e coca-cola...

Rico

Peguem o banco imobiliário. Porque agora, eu só acendo meus charutos com notas de cem.

It was a mere glimpse. But I felt as if the gods of night and randomness had smiled upon me. I did not shiver, as I used to, though I felt that pleasant feeling stirring up my soul.

It was definitely good. I want more.