"...imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.” - Haruki Murakami
Sunday, November 22, 2009
"Esta noite sonhei que voltei a sentir borboletas na barriga..... e soube tão bem!!!!!"
"Foi um sonho bonito! bem vindo ao mundo dos meus sonhos..."