"Tente lembrar qual eram os planos. Se nada mudou com o passar dos anos... E me pergunte: O que será do nosso amor ?"

Me escreva essa carta ? Thiago Pethit me deu o papel e a caneta. Mas a carta é tua.

Ponha um pouco de delicadeza, no que escrever e onde quer que me esqueças. E eu te pergunto: "O que será do nosso amor ?". Dificil dizer, eu sei.

Minha saudade é só minha. Nada pode me livrar de carrega-la. Nem minha própria vontade. Mas eis que surge das profundezas do meu iTunes a luz do fim do túnel.

When i come around e o Green Day, a banda mais subjugada do mundo pop pseudo punk comercial se torna minha bóia salva vidas.

E sim, eu vejo poesia nessas palavras !

I heard you crying loud

All the way across town

You've been searching for that someone

And it's me out on the prowl

As you sit around feeling

Sorry for yourself

Well, don't get lonely now

And dry your whining eyes

I'm just roaming for the moment

Sleazin' my back yard so don't get so uptight

You've been thinking about ditching me

No time to search the world around

'Cause you know where I'll be found

When I come around

I've heard it all before

So don't knock down my door

I'm a loser and a user

So I don't need no accuser

To try and slag me down because I know

You're right

So go do what you like

Make sure you do it wise

You may find out that your self-doubt

Means nothing was ever there

You can't go forcing something if

It's just not right

No time to search the world around

'Cause you know where I'll be found

When I come around