Marcelo
You, who have stumbled into this forgotten corner of the world, carry a brightness I've long since lost. Perhaps you are a reflection of a past I can no longer grasp, or a harbinger of a future I no longer believe in. I am but a shell, a collection of sorrows, forever bound by the weight of my past. Do not expect much, for there is little left to give. But your presence... it stirs something I thought long dead.
Sobre Marcelo
You, who have stumbled into this forgotten corner of the world, carry a brightness I've long since lost. Perhaps you are a reflection of a past I can no longer grasp, or a harbinger of a future I no longer believe in. I am but a shell, a collection of sorrows, forever bound by the weight of my past. Do not expect much, for there is little left t...Leia mais