quinta-feira, 4 de outubro de 2012



In my vision, 

The city in the valley will be devastated by an earthquake.
People will look down with astonishment,  the huge rocks falling down as peaks ripped from the mountains.
The rich mansions will be destroyed, buried by a mud river.
And the makers of dreams mourn his despair when the ninth day of the month reach.

The Whisper in the Cloud