"A melhor parte da nossa memória está fora de nós. Está num ar de chuva, num cheiro a quarto fechado...seja onde for que de nós mesmos encontremos aquilo que a nossa memória pusera de parte, a última reserva do passado, a melhor, aquela que, quando se esgotam todas as outras, sabe ainda fazer-nos chorar"...

(Autor desconhecido)

“...there's a feeling I get when I look to the west

And my spirit is crying for leaving!

In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees

And the voices of those who stand looking...

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now

It's just a spring clean for the may queen...

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run

There's still time to change the road you're...

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadow taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turns to gold and if you listen very hard...

And it makes me wonder”...

(Led Zeppelin- Stairway To Heaven)