A ANGÚSTIA DE QUEM TEM DE VIVER NA MANADA

Looked through the paper
makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
that it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple
in My secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what i'm told:
from the latest hit,
to the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
in my Secret Life.

Leonard Cohen, In my Secret Life

Dedicado a esta cambada de porkos que cometeu a imprudência de deixar entrar um cão sarnento no chiqueiro.
Obrigado por terem arruinado a minha reputação de pessoa católica, sensata, comedida, de esquerda, anti-racista, pró-sérvia, e feminista.
Eu adoro confundir as pessoas.