Chegares a casa às duas da manhã, arrancares os lençóis à cama, pq já ias mudar e ias, lembrares-te de virar o colchão para o lado VERAO, sacares do aspirador e aspirares por achares que tem pó, limpares a beirinha entre o estrado e a cama, fazeres a cama de lavado e vires escrever um post. Que é o teu grito do ipiranga.
“Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day you’re dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had told me. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned. My family goes on without me, while I drown in a sea of pointless pussy. I don’t know how I got here. But here I am, rotting away in the warm California sun. There are things I need to figure out, for her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won’t always love me “no matter what”
Já pretendia colocar esta música aqui para mim... decidi entretanto dedicá-la também a ti Maggie...e a todos os que amam - a todos os que vivem - porque é amar que nos deixa viver. E faz parte, tudo faz parte. E passa, tudo passa... eventually
I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, Ive been afraid of changing
cause Ive built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
Im getting older too
Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down