A matéria em geral é habitada de seu próprio sentido e sua própria força. Matéria vazia ou inadequada só traz confusão, não serve pra nada, é peso morto e não tem graça nenhuma. Paola Ranova 30.12.2010
Why Am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard? Paul Simon, You can call me Al Imagem: Under African Skies , Su Lund Artist Books
Between Two Lungs Florence and the Machine Between two lungs it was released The breath that captured me The sigh that blew me forward Because it was trapped Trapped between two lungs It was trapped between two lungs It was trapped between two lungs And my running feet could fly Each breath screaming: "We are all too young to die!" Between two lungs it was released The breath that passed from you to me That flew between us as we slept That slipped from your mouth into mine It crept between two lungs It was released The breath that passed from you to me That flew between us as we slept That slipped from your mouth into mine It crept Because it was trapped Trapped between two lungs It was trapped between two lungs Now all the days of begging The days of theft No more gasping for a breath The air has filled me head-to-toe And I can see the ground far below I have this breath and I hold it tight And I keep it in my chest with all my might I pray to God this breath will last As it...