No mês de Maio, quando o tempo não estava a corresponder à normalidade, escrevi isto:
Where is the sun, the good times looking at the sea, enjoying the kiss of God, because the Sun is our father.
Without him we are nothing. Without him we are the big brother of the Moon.
So. What can I do to explain you the very facts of reality? Maybe nothing.
I´m just a poor shoesmaker who wanted dedicated his life making music, but I have no money.
It´s too late. Three o´clock in the morning, and I stay here: good for you, not enough for me.
Tomorrow another day will come (a few hours from here) but they say that will be no good: rainy day, dream away (as said Jimi Hendrix). Fortunely I have tones of music to enjoy my life.
