Não digam a ninguém que chorei. É bom sentir que amizades simples, com a despreocupação de fins de tarde e bacardis nos mostram pessoas que são mais do que a vida. Ás vezes apetece-me mudar o mundo. Outras apetece-me só mudar a minha maneira de olhar. Obrigado Chico. Apareceste na minha vida e mostraste-me coisas novas.

http://shitythoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/medocre-bad-guys.html

Parto amanhã... "Wednesday morning, five o'clock"

"Wednesday morning at five o'clock
as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She (we gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye bye)

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me

She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for so many years (bye bye)

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade

She (what did we do that was wrong)
is having (we didn't know it was wrong)
un (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied for so many years (bye bye)
She's leaving home (bye bye) "

She's leaving home - The Beatles