Why we are here...

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Where does it come from?
-- this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered.
Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all.
Not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here.

Voz off do primeiro episódio de "Heroes". Acho que se encaixa muito bem com a série mas também funciona sozinho... Achei por bem partilhar. Enjoy!


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izzie disse…
afinal sempre foste coscuvilhar melhor a série... fizeste tu muito bem!
Ora lá está uma das coisas que mais gosto no texto e argumento desta produção... supostamente personificam herois, mas acabam é a ler as mentes dos "average human".
Obrigado por te teres lembrado:)
9:47 da manhã
Zé Luis disse…
you are very welcome...
9:55 da manhã
aldasilva disse…
Eu já vi uns quantos episódios, mas nunca segui. Curiosamente, já vi o primeiro episódio umas 5 vezes. Nunca completo! :P
11:25 da manhã
Zé Luis disse…
tsk tsk tsk...
12:35 da tarde
izzie disse…
I second that: "tsk tsk tsk"
mas de mãozinha na cintura e a bater o pé!
11:41 da manhã
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