There's something about the city that worms it's way into your heart. Whether you've been there all your life or two months, if you've made the city your home, she has given you a piece of herself to resound within you, forever. - K. E. Fitzgerald
Solo soy la sombra del recuerdo olvidado Soy el profano y sagrado recuerdo de tu amor, "Vivo y muero" entre el misterio y el amor. Eres pérfida putrida Alma vacía Putrida y bella Es la muerte en la oscuridad
This is what I envisioned the people who found Ophelia would have saw in Act 4 Scene 7 when she drowned herself. Her skin would have been so pale and light and she would be floating among branches and leaves.