“Starting to sober up, has it been long enough?”
“I don’t want your sympathy, stop saying you give a shit”
“Reflexos, ritmos complexos, instantâneo frenesi…”
“What are you lookin’ at? There’s nothing to see”
“It was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63…”
“Solidão é a beleza de qualquer joão”
“Things feel that low sometimes, even when everything is fine”
“Should I go away? Should I try to hide my feelings instead?”
“I think I’ll really do the change…”
“What moves you to act the way you are?”