Pois e. Depois de algum tempo,acho que estou de volta. "And something is happening here but you don't know what it is. Do you Mr. Jones?"Olhando o ceu escuro atraves da janela do quarto,nao consigo deixar de pensar sobre a vontade de suicidio que me acomete outra vez. Como em todas as vezes,chega e me toma de assalto me fazendo fantasiar com meu corpo desfalecido sobre uma superficie qualquer apos uma overdose. Lembro-me da tentativa com veneno no apartamento em Santa Cecilia. De todas as internacoes.E um sentimento que nunca acaba. E eu nao quero que acabe. Ainda que eu lute contra,simplesmente nao quero que acabe. Cryin',cryin',cryin'...http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=362JArvhAqg&NR=1 The Hollow MenT. S. EliotMistah Kurtzhe dead. A penny for the Old Guy IWe are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to deaths other KingdomRemember usif at allnot as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men. IIEyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn deaths dream kingdomThese do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the winds singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.Let me be no nearerIn deaths dream kingdomLet me also wearSuch deliberate disguisesRats coat, crowskin, crossed stavesIn a fieldBehaving as the wind behavesNo nearerNot that final meetingIn the twilight kingdom IIIThis is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveThe supplication of a dead mans handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like thisIn deaths other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone. IVThe eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valleyThis broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid riverSightless, unlessThe eyes reappearAs the perpetual starMultifoliate roseOf deaths twilight kingdomThe hope onlyOf empty men. VHere we go round the prickly pearPrickly pear prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pearAt five oclock in the morning.Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomBetween the conceptionAnd the creationBetween the emotionAnd the responseFalls the Shadow Life is very longBetween the desireAnd the spasmBetween the potencyAnd the existenceBetween the essenceAnd the descentFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomFor Thine isLife isFor Thine is theThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper Insight conta diferentes periodos da minha vida que,de certa forma,estao interligados.Guess the dream always endThey don't rise up just descendBut I don't care anymoreI've lost the will to want moreI'm not afraid, not at allI watch them all as they fallBut I rememberWhen we were youngThose with habits of wasteThe sense of style and the tasteOf making sure you were rightHey, don't