Acabou a cerveja

Voltear...ou dormir.

I woke up this morning and I got myself a…. wine glass –

“I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
These sensations barely interest me for another day,
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand,
On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land,
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again,
I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends,
Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now,
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,

Feeling (…)”

Joy division – disorder

Em que parte de mim? - Viver é uma “vila”, ser feliz é um … Já não tenho idade para cair! Não tenho nem terei coragem para cair! 

O mar irrita o meu sonho de nós.... Para sobreviver?… Para sobreviver basta um poema. Esperança de poeta! - "hunger hurts..." Fiona (the only one)

The end is uncertain and the future is always near – Could it be? would it make sense?

Wine glass over.

Somos sorrisos que acontecemos, mas quando...?