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Primeiro post do blogue. O que falar? Bem, segundo reza a cartilha desse novo espaço, coisas que me incomodam e que não confessaria nos outros dois. 

Não tenho muito o que falar. Ando assim, desanimado para finalizar coisas. Só tenho de relevante a dizer que amanhã será a segunda semana do mestrado. E Eu não queria que o domingo acabasse. Mas isso é tão normal. Prefiro deixar uma música para traduzir o que estou sentindo e não consigo (por desânimo) escrever:

WANT

Rufus Wainwright

I don't want to make it rain

I just want to make it simple

I don't want to see the light

I just want to see the flashlight

I don't want to know the answers

To any of your questions

I don't want, no I really don't want

To be John Lennon or Leonard Cohen

I just want to be my Dad

With a slight sprinkling of my mother

And work at the family store

And take orders from the counter

I don't want to know the answers

To any of your questions

I don't want, no I really don't want

To be John Lithgow or Jane Curtin

But I'll settle for love

Yeah, I'll settle for love

Before I reached the gate

I realized I had packed my passport

Before security I realized

I had one more bag left

I just want to know 

If something's coming for to get me

Tell me, will you make me sad or happy

And will you settle for love

Will you settle for love