Sinto-me drogado...

    No meio de tanto papel, de tanta coisa a fazer... olho para o tudo e fico suspenso no nada.

    Olhar parado. 

    Ausência de pensamento

    ...

    Vontade de fazer um disparate (no meio de tanto que já li).

    Perguntar-me o que ando (andamos) aqui a fazer.

    Perguntar-me se valeu a pena (por mais que Pessoa já tenha respondido a isso).

    Lembrar-me, então, da canção já antiga dos "The Verve", numa versão orquestral, capaz de fazer levantar a pele. A voz de Richard Ashcroft, as guitarras deste e de Nick McCabe, o baixo de Simon Jones e a bateria de Peter Salisbury são acompanhados por um friso de violinos que dá cor a esta música, acima de tudo, de amor.

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more


    Resta a consolação de eu me sentir drogado, mas, por certo, haver muita gente que anda (mais do que) pedrada.