trabalho na frança como Game Designer. aqui conto historias que acho interessantes. os assuntos sao geralmente cinema e video games mas nao apenas. de forma alguma.
When i have fears that i may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich graners the full ripen'd grain;
When i behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that i may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when i feel, fair creature of an hour,
That i shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore
Of the wide world i stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness sink.
