Enquanto me encontro no processo de reciclagem mental, decidi criar e tentar dissecar alguns temas que fui fazendo ao longo destes quase dez anos. A maior parte deles entre 2002 e 2003. Provavelmente, e até ao momento, o espaço de tempo na qual me senti mais activo e, sobretudo, convicto de ser capaz de exprimir cenários que mais tarde se tornaram em turbilhões de melodias e palavras, ganhando vida própria.
Everyday that goes by
I miss the lack of oportunities to be myself
Never figured out why
When all I wanted was a little help
I’m tired of wandering around
The same ever routine I made for this moment
And it’s suitable for all the rest
I could pass another hard time
A taste for the birthday cake
I never really enjoyed the sweetness cover
Now the chance is over... it’s over
Breathe the industrial air
Surrounding the walls and windows of grey
Live the bricks and smoking roofs
In dusted trails and acid rain
Everyday I look the mirror
The other face turns to me in shame for myself
Something I cannot understand
My lack of notion seems to be my living cell
I’m tired of waiting straight
The same place I was left before
And I tried to move a step
I’d never get it out of the gate
My heart seems to ask for more
I’d never really wait until I’m older
Now the chance is over... it’s over
Breathe the industrial air
Surrounding the walls and windows of grey
Live the bricks and smoking roofs
In dusted trails and acid rain
Who’s that face on the wall
On the second floor below the ground?
Who’s that line of fire
Running close to the berserk hounds?
I try to figure it down...
Há dias em que sinto que as duas primeiras quadras são quase a história da minha vida...
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