"É cruel a certeza com que te digo: a memória não perdoa o fogo...
... arde comigo!"
(by Gonçalo Branco)
[...all the love I ever felt for my lost loves... all the love I was never allowed to love, in my lover's arms... I will leave it here, under my web of dreams... may this web fins find yours... one of these sweet nights... wherever you all go and dream me apart...]