Sábado de manhã

Manchado por uma noite de insónias e de indecisões, sonhos estranhamente estúpidos e surreais...
Manchado pela solidão de um sofá...de uma cama, de um corredor...

A solidão dói...mas pior que a solidão é de facto sentir-se só...

Estou com uma grande ânsia de mudar (novamente)
....mudar de casa, cidade, ares...ou mesmo mudar de país...

(inacabado)


"Don't lie and say that it's OK.
It's alright if there's nothing more to say.
So I'm running away.
I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, I'm running away.
I'm running away.

Don't tell me I'm the one to blame.
It's too late for you to make me stay.
No, I won't stay.
So I'm running away.
I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, I'm running away.
I'm running away.

And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place.
And farther than you can find me, I'm leaving
Yeah I'm leaving today.
And I, I'll never let you find me.
I'm leaving you behind with the past
No, I won't look back.
And I don't want to hear your reasons.
Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.

And try, and try to understand me
And try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay
I, I'm moving on from this place
I'm leaving and I won't quit running away.

I'm running away.
I'm leaving this place.
Yeah, I'm running away.
I'm running away. "

Midnight hour-Running Away