She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile...



By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to prayNow our feelings run deep and cold as the clay.And strung out behind us the banners and flagsOf our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?Do you think we should be closer?
           

                   Your Possible Pasts, by Pink Floyd

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Quando lia contos de fadas, eu imaginava que aquelas coisas nunca aconteciam, e agora cá estou no meio de uma! Deveria haver um livro escrito sobre mim, ah isso deveria! E quando for grande, vou escrever um...
L.C.