segunda-feira, 8 de outubro de 2012

Roots !

How strange it is, when you dream that you are dead and the dead are alive !

Maybe a reminder to return to your roots, the beginning . A man with roots never gets lost  once was said to me, and our roots are in our blood, our heart and most often far away from where we live.

But blood and heart will always make you feel like home, and the dead, the dead will make you remember who you are and where you came from !

2 comentários:

  1. Os mortos, e a morte,
    nunca me deixa
    esquecer quem sou.

  2. Podes tentar cortar as raízes mas qual Hidra de Lerna elas voltam a surgir. Bom Samhain!