11.11.12

epifanias dos outros em mim

(lendo no comboio)

"(...)
As I did so there came to me the purest ecstasy I have ever known; for shining  tranquilly through an ornate grating of iron, and down a short stone passage way of steps that ascended from the newly found doorway, was the radiant full moon, which I had never before seen in dreams and in vague visions I dared not call memories."
H. P. Lovecraft, in The Outsider.

[palavras e weird fiction a dominar-me. completamente.]

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