Today I woke up like this:

Tenho saudades do tempo em que todas as minhas decisões importantes eram feitas com um 'pim-pu-ne-ta'...

...e o tempo dói.

Estragaste-me. Também gostava que me pudesses arranjar.

And how dare that you send me that card when I am doing all that I can do,

You are forcing me to remember when all I want is to just forget you.

It will be as if i never exisited.

The Funeral

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay

- Robert Frost, 1923