Hoje faço 22 anos… dasse!!

…and then he asked himself: “What do I really want?” Then he grabbed his crucifixe in his hand, looked at the stars outside and said: “God...I want her! With every fibres of my being, i want her...”. And only God could give him want he really wanted. When he came on to him again, he realized that his crucifixe was turning his hand into a bloody mess as a result of a non conscious strenght. He kissed the crucifixe and joined it to his heart. At least, he falled asleep...