“No azuláceo, no verdume, no telúrico dos teus olhos eu avanço a passos comedidos com medo de desmanchar alguma flor silvestre.” — Filipe Russo Copy Share Image
“Death doesn't happen instantly. For a little while, you hover around your body, confused. What you want more than anything is to go home, to be safe, to know you're okay. But my life was over.” — Caroline Flohr Copy Share Image
