
“Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.”
Ibid., p. 124
The Book of Disquiet
Original: A sua cara lívida está de um verde falso e desnorteado. Noto-o, entre o ar difícil do peito, com a fraternidade de saber que também estarei assim.
“Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.”
“I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.”
Source: Magic Slays
“His face was blue, on his fingers
Flecks of green. 'This is my father',
I thought.”
Poem Mourning and Melancholia.
For The Love Of A Daughter
Lyrics, Unbroken (2011)