O frio não é psicológico, é real, qualquer termômetro pode te provar isso. Mas psicologicamente dependendo da intensidade vc pode superá-lo facilmente.
Frio não é confortável, podendo ser até insuportável, todo mundo lembra como o jack morreu enquanto a gordelicia boiava após o titanic afundar.
Frio é uma sensação estranha, acompanhada de arrepios, calafrios; bom pra máquinas, computadores, não pra corações quentes.
O frio une os braços aos abraços, os beijos aos pecados, os deuses aos desejos...
Não sei se prefiro continuar no frio, deixando apenas a vodka me esquentar ou se devo procurar outras sensações estranhas, que estão escondidas pelo ar.
I used to love bi-polar girls, crazy stupid bastards who looks like flowers in the mornings and are devils when the sun goes down, but since last year guess all the ones I like, look worst than that.
They are probably coming from hell and there must be some kind of reward if they take me back there, not sure if it is something like that but guess I'll like the trip, fuck off if there's no turning back, who cares. Heaven is sure boring.
Devils, sure not angels.
Drinking, swallowing, smelling like teen spirit are going to save me.
Tip for the near future.
Don't look deep into my eyes, you might not find your way out.
To me still is sunday, but maybe to the rest of the world it's monday already, to some eastern mates the sun must be shinning, people working hard already.
I'm not.
Some think I'm not doing anything. Well, that's probably 'cause most of the things I'm doing I can't/don't need to tell 'em, 'cause it would be hard to explain.
Making music, taking pictures, writing junkie stories that are about to become a book may doesn't mean shit to the world.
