DANIEL GONÇALVES - THREE

 

I shall die from loving more than I could, reborn certain of my mistakes and repeat every vice, bending hours and patience, enduring the cold from every night, if there is any room left in your heart, for the excess of mine. 

Daniel Gonçalves, Papéis Secundários - pequenas ficções, p.three

Tradução: Rogério Sousa