"Os filtros da vida, em esquema de morte,
correm-me atraves da sorte, em avenidas despidas...
... tudo poesias perdidas."
Evora (Residencial Policarpo), 9 Nov. 2011
[...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...]