Perda de crença na humanidade...

está por um fio!

Depois do festival em torno da morte e enterro do Michael jackson, um cabrão racista e estranho á brava que renegou a sua cor ...

E dos festejos bizarros em torno de um gajo que nem pegar nos talheres deve saber, numa alegria demente num pais em que ate o rei vai à makro comprar por atacado a comida para 2 semanas de ferias ...

E assegurando que o meu post de Domingo NAO TINHA NADA A VER com o CR9...

Aqui fica uma excelente companhia, desde os meus tempos de adolescente (em que o mundo me parecia muito mais são e eu achava que um dia ia ser magra!):

[em homenagem à minha amiga Catarina, que me chama Def mas por quem fico contente por estar a recuperar tão bem!!!]

"Hey... oooh...

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay

Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.

All five horizons revolved around her soul

As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything

Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything.

Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside

I'm surrounded by some kids at play

I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning

How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

Of what was everything?

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...

Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why

Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine"

Black, Pearl Jam