I have plans of course (everybody has). But objectively I am here with nothing in front of me. The future time is an absolute unknown. I can not think "not in a year I go to the field or if I or my way or I go to Europe." I do not know. I'm hoping to paint a thing, of course. And this lack of action crushes me a little.
Se eu te amar, me sente, se eu te tocar, se assanha. Se eu te olhar, sorria, se eu te perder, me ganha. Se eu te pedi, me da, se for brigar, pra que? Se eu chorar, me anima, mas se eu sorri é por você.