Madrugada de sábado (ou domingo?), sozinha, quarta taça de vinho, pesquisando na internet sobre jornalismo online, escutando Paradise Lost e o barulho da chuva... Heaven or Hell? Ambiente cheio de melancolia, turbilhão de sentimentos confusos... What's next? Suicídio nunca fez parte dos meus planos, o que fazer então?
Apagar as luzes da casa e acender duas velas ao lado do computador. Agora sim! Clima perfeito para curtir essa melancolia, tomar mais uma taça de vinho, e ficar feliz com isso...

SO MUCH IS LOST

WHAT THIS SEEMS TO BE, WHAT THIS SEEMS TO BE, IS REAL
ALL OF MY LIFE IS CHANGING
YOU'RE THE ENEMY, YOU'RE THE ENEMY, I FEAR
ALL OF MY LIFE IS CHANGING, ALWAYS SOME REARRANGING

SO MUCH IS LOST, SO MUCH DISHARMONY
SO MUCH IS LOST, NO VOICE OF SYMPATHY

MY IDENTITY, MY IDENTITY, IS NOT REAL
ALL OF MY LIFE IS CHANGING
ALL OF MY LIES YOU'RE FACING

SO MUCH IS LOST, SO MUCH DISHARMONY
SO MUCH IS LOST, NO VOICE OF SYMPATHY

WHAT THIS SEEMS TO BE, WHAT THIS SEEMS TO BE, IS REAL
ALL OF MY LIFE SEEMS WASTED, ALL OF MY LIFE SEEMS WASTED

SO MUCH IS LOST, SO MUCH DISHARMONY
SO MUCH IS LOST, NO VOICE OF SYMPATHY