If I ever give you up...

Cai um pouco aqui, cai outro pouco acolá. Deixo um pouco ali, outro pouco lá e assim sigo. Morro aos poucos e diuturnamente.

Palavras de bebado....

Hope is a thing 

 Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul, 

And sings the tune without the words, 

And never stops at all, 

 And sweetest in the gale is heard; 

And sore must be the storm 

That could abash the little bird 

That kept so many warm.

 I've heard it in the chillest land, 

And on the strangest sea; 

Yet, never, in extremity, 

It asked a crumb of me. 

Emily Dickinson