Que maravilha, digo-vos. A chuva de ontem, um bom banho quente, a cama feita de lavado, os meus lençóis preferidos - fofos, suaves, tão convidativos ao sonho - receita quase infalível para o merecido descanso do guerreiro. Bónus: quando cheguei à cama, eu fria, claro, encontro um corpo quente, no qual me enrosco. Que coisa boa! Hoje era capaz de dormir até à 1 da tarde - se o mundo lá fora pausasse também.

Mode: ipod on. Já que não consigo falar - até queria, mas nem eu sei bem o que dizer. Queria pintar a imagem do que sinto por dentro - mas não consigo.

I wanted you to know, that I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain, away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high, and steal your pain.

Because I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
I don't feel right when you're gone away.

You've gone away, you don't feel me here, anymore.

The worst is over now, and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain, away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain.

Because Im broken, when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Because I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

Because I'm broken, when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
Because I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

Because I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone...

You've away, you don't feel me here, anymore...