var vData = new Array(); vData["bandaID"] = "3ade68b3g7c86eda3"; vData["banda"] = 'Pink Floyd'; vData["banda_html"] = 'Pink Floyd'; vData["banda_url"] = "pink-floyd"; vData["banda_langID"] = "2"; vData["page_vagalu_meID"] = "1mle"; vData["pointer"] = 'Comfortably Numb'; vData["pointer_html"] = 'Comfortably Numb'; vData["pointerID"] = "3ade68b6g84a6fda3"; vData["pointerID_orig"] = "3ade68b6g84a6fda3"; vData["author"] = 'Waters And Gilmour'; Comfortably NumbPor Pink FloydHello,Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear meIs there anyone at home?Come on nowI hear you're feeling downI can ease your painAnd get you on your feet againRelaxI'll need some information firstJust the basic factsCan you show me where it hurtsThere is no pain, you are recedingA distant ship smoke on the horizonYou are only coming through in wavesYour lips move but I can't hear what you're sayingWhen I was a child I had a feverMy hands felt just like two balloonsNow I've got that feeling once againI can't explain, you would not understandThis is not how I amAhhh!... I have become comfortably numbAhhh!... I have become comfortably numbO.K.Just a little pin prickThere'll be no more (aaaaaaaah!)But you may feel a little sickCan you stand up?I do belive it's working, goodThat'll keep you going, through the showCome on it's time to go.There is no pain you are recedingA distant ship smoke on, the horizonYou are only coming through in wavesYour lips move, but I can't hear what you're sayingWhen I was a childI caught a fleeting glimpseOut of the corner of my eyeI turned to look but it was goneI cannot put my finger on it nowThe child is grownThe dream is goneAnd IIIIII... have becomeComfortably numb. - Doutor, estou com um problema! Nao sinto mais meu coracao!O medico rapidamente pega seu estetoscopio e comeca a examinar o paciente.- Ue, deve haver algum engano, senhor, o seu coracao esta perfeitamente normal!O corpo se levanta, agradece e sai.O vazio ritmado se extende atraves dos seus passos.Vaga sem rumo.Talvez na esperanca de reencontrar o seu coracao em uma alguma esquina qualquer. Clarice esta morta.Clarice estava perdida. Chorava no quarto, seu nariz escorria.Completamente so com seus pensamentos, apenas repetia uma mesma lamentacao.Gostaria de que seu destino pudesse ter sido diferente, gostaria de poder voltar ao tempo e mudar as coisas.O telefone tocava.Clarice nao escutava.A cabeca pesada se comprimia contra o travesseiro frio.Os pensamentos concebiam solucoes definitivas para o sofrimento infinito.Ja nao se importava.A maquiagem borrada, o cabelo despenteado, a frasco de calmante aberto.Clarice esta diante do fim. Acabou. Falhara.No quarto escuro, o silencio da noite adentrava pela janela.A desilusao aumentava. O frio rodeava.Por que? Se perguntava.Nao havia razao. Simplesmente aconteceu.Eis a sua vida. Eis a sua tragedia.Eis o fim glorioso para a existencia daquele pequeno corpo de mulher recem-formada. Um celular que descarrega, uma lagrima que cai, uma esperanca perdida.Eis o permanente buraco negro que a vida dele se tornou. After Hours por Velvet Underground(one, two, three) If you close the door the night could last forever Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never All the people are dancing and they're having such fun I wish it could happen to me But if you close the door I'd never have to see the