WiErD_LoUcO

......I’m not over-reacting, but those subway stairways were reeaally slow. It took me ages to get out of the station. I could swear that some steps of it have been swallowed more than once at the top with me without moving. Surreal. Have you noticed that when nobody is on them they go like in slow motion? Well, it didn’t react when I jump on it, so that was a looong trip. The good thing is that it gave me time to think; the bad thing is that I can`t recall about what. I guess this is going to be weird, me writing in english.
Eu também poderia intentar em português: a dificultade seria muito maior, mais o resultado não seria melhor.
......A huge militar helicopter makes the mistake of disturb the sky, but suddenly reacts and (humble) decides to turn left and go back to wherever it came from, leaving the grey cloudy roof as it should be, by itself.
Não é facil escrever em dois idiomas, mais eu vou ficar contento si posso arredondar minhas idéias. Ontem (não, foi quase um mês atrás) eu viu uma sinal. Não tenho a certeza que fosse uma senha para mim, but who knows.
......An old hospital sign with “Psicología” (yes, in spanish, don`t forget I’m living in Madrid) written on it. Yellow background for those neat white ten characters. If I did have character, or guts, or time, I should have stopped and took the discarded board home. Why didn`t I just grab it and take it? I must discuss this in therapy. Only if I find a therapist first, I guess.
Perdao por meu preguiçoso português, mais eu acho que é pouco perigroso, só é um peguilho pra brincar com as palabras.
......A dead bird rests in peace in some office building; a couple of pigeons walking like rats into the bushes; a sad dog awaits for his lonely owner in front of a pub; a cat climbs over an old Ford. A hopeless woman walks by screaming and throwing down somebody’s parked bike. An Ella Fitzgerald’s tune coming from an open window in the second floor chills the street...
Eu lembro Caetano Veloso e Jorge Mautner cantando ‘Eu nao peço desculpa’ e començo a sonrrir.

“Eu não peço desculpa, e nem peço perdão,
não, não e minha culpa esa minha obsesão,
já não aguento mas ver o meu coração
como vermelho balão rodando e sangrando
chotado pelo chão,
sicótico,
neurótico,
todo errado…

A man (could be me) whistles and smiles.