狠狠撸

Campinas, Sao Paulo

Invictus by Willian E. Hanley (1849-1903) Out of the night that covers me Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circunstance I have not winced or cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shal find, me unafraid It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul