De bem com a falência do bom senso.

É isto uma tarde de fim de Verão: aproveitar o Sol morno para assoalhar colchas na grade e ficar sentada no parapeito da janela vendo-o ir-se na brisa que embala. E esperar que chova.

Life is so much more interesting when told through stories I've got nothing to do with. Besides writing them, that is. But that kinda nukes my point... Let's make someone else say those words instead, then - e.g., me.

I'm the queen of madness. Let boredom rule the world.

The weather is changing again and I can't resist to play along.

Anything's possible at any given moment in time. I'm off to space.

My singing voice has a soul of its own. God knows it's long been in Hell.

Cantam os mosaicos desafinados
os passos roucos da insónia.