Le regard du narrateur

Um súbito final. O olhar clínico sobre os dias passados. As dúvidas que persistem. Os erros que subsistem e que procuramos explicar. As respostas que damos a nós mesmos. Pura insatisfação. Puro revisionismo. A incapacidade de olhar em frente, que se vai esbatendo a cada manhã. De cada vez que saímos à rua. De cada vez que escrevemos. Mais uma fuga ...

( To Paul Weller for That's entertainement! )

A scrap of life

A scrap of life and soon love was forgotten
A heartless story of clichés and boredom
The twist of disaffection

The cruel sight of a lifeless romance
Beneath the wrecks not even a glance
Of what brought us together

A shade of light set upon a faithless past
The trace of love that we both try to cast
That's our only obsession

Sleepless nights bear vanishing dreams
Sour hangovers of true disbelief
That shape the cold morning

When clouds outside are shading our love
The bitterest coffee in a large kitchen mug
Holds the warmness of life

A scrap of life and soon love was forgotten
Daydreams collapse as we move on forward
From what held us together