Despedida
O sentimento que tenho neste momento encontrou refúgio nas seguintes palavras de Shakespeare:
“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
Bye bye Giruá. A partir de agora sou visita.
