People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts. No animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
O meu lugar. O meu lugar deixou de o ser, porque me desajusto ao sabor de cada vontade minha. Deixou de ser o meu subtefúrgio sagrado, onde agora poisam as folhas secas, contidas em memórias. Secas. Vazias, mas estimadas pelo tempo. Os caminhos deixaram de ser só caminhos. Agora são fendas abertas com cheiro a pavor. Deixo-me sentar medonhamente, porém calmamente, nos lençóis da manhã, e nos trapos da noite.
There’s my dreams
Bloody, dying, face down to the floor
I can’t relieve the emptiness
Struggle all alone to fight my war
Day by day
I feel it slippin’ away
The more I stumble
The more I fade away
All the things you try to hide
And every time you had to lie
I’m broken
Every smile I had to fake
And every time I want to break
I’m broken again
And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says