Voltei de férias

Bem, não postava nada nisto desde há bastante tempo (1 mês maybe (?)).
Voltei aos posts e vou mudar o estilo disto tudo, vou fazer reviews de concertos/cds/dvds/filmes, vai ter random stuff e merdas do género.

... I got a place where all my dreams are dead, swim with me into your Blackest Eyes.

And my Ashes drift beneath the silver sky, where a boy rides on a bike, and never smiles

Dried up, a guitar upon my knees, should sold out when the devil came to me

A light snow is falling over London, all the sign of the living has gone