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Ni identitat permanent, ni idea de persona, ni d'ésser vivent, ni d'un temps d'existència.
Here comes the weather
It’s looking like another storm
If all desire would leave this tired boy alone
The Jaywahks - Angelyne
You are like a hurricane. There’s calm in your eye.
Neil Young - Like a hurricane
Sleepyhouse by mariarapaz on Flickr.
(Source: arquerio)
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Home, sweet home (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Gran Vía by e.xtrapolando on Flickr.
(Source: arquerio)
