That´s all, folks!

Não adianta fazer planos, essa é a grande verdade cósmica, todo mundo sabe. Mas a gente teima e os faz e cria castelos de areia rente às ondas. Só lamento. Por mim, claro. Porque além de uma premeditadora falida, ainda sou egocêntrica. Humana demais....

Ai ai, cansada, eu.

Parei.

Kiss Me
[Sixpence None The Richer]

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and

I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,

silver moon's sparkling.

So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me high upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map