You don’t learn to fly

if you’re not prepared to crash

É sempre a mesma peça, só mudam os atores.

Há palavras que só o silêncio pode dizer.

Deixa a chuva cair…

“Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let’s go kill them!”

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The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,that I must bow so low?Only a cat of a different coat,that’s all the truth I know.In a coat of gold or a coat of red,a lion still has claws,And mine are long and sharp, my lord,as long and sharp as yours.And so he spoke, and so he spoke,that lord of Castamere,But now the rains weep o’er his hall,with no one there to hear.Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,and not a soul to hear

FODÁSTICO!