« (...) Já não espero acordada durante as noites.Passo- as em horas de desespero, na certeza de que o amanhecer será vazio de Nós.
És hoje apenas a raiva na minha voz, a ironia expelida compulsivamente. A vontade de gritar.
Já não me acalmas nem me embalas em melodias. Tens finalmente importancia de 'ponto final', a que tanto querias ter.
E continuas tão irreal... escondido sob essa face ectoplasmica que só eu posso ver...(...)»


(Apenas um pedaço de escrita maldita da que por vezes nos assombra a meio de uma noite de insónia - e de algo mais-em que os pensamentos fluem se que os consiga acompanhar)

(sugest: read it while listenin2 Apocalyptica _epilogue [from album reflections] )

New pages of Old TRagedies

«Your simple words whispering gently in my hear
Came slowly to my mind in Rebound.
I saw your Face upon from my bed
It was Draw in my Wall
I went there and i Touch...
As if I could touch it

Then I looked in to the mirror
And I saw that the face was my own
I scream and the voice i heard had just the same tone

Suddenly i realised ...
The house was empty ,None neither you were There Anymore
I knew I had myself, but I felt all Alone.
An open window brougth the Breeze and the Sun into where I was ...
And Echoes of solitude spread from the street through the corridor ...the rooms ...
Fullfiling them with painfull moments unchained on joy...
Nothing but memories...
Nothing but me was left in the house.
Nothing else remains with me but my journal were i will always write
New pages of olf tragedies.»