milagres da multiplicação

Ah... se soubesses o banquete que faço com as tuas migalhas de atenção.

blown apart

She comes back to tell me she’s gone
As if I didn’t know that
As if I didn’t know my own bed
As if I’d never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
(Paul Simon, Graceland, 1986)