Quando se depara com uma aparição do nosso imaginário, fica-se estupefacto...estagnado.
É imenso...intenso...e cola.
A estagnação atracou em mim perante...curvas.
Numa dessas minhas crises de estagnação, de completa dificuldade de articular os pensamentos e tranformá-los em textos minimamente coerentes e interessantes, numa dessas minhas angústias particulares que me têm sido tão frequentes nos últimos tempos, como não consigo transcrever os pensamentos, deixo aki 1ª foto!
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
