Twees ans posts mixzs up

No, I am not drunk or with a hangover, and I did not drink more than ONE beer last night, I swear.

It's the Comfortably Numb's guitar solo on the stereo that's making me fuzzy.

About last nightá "Paralamas do Sucesso" Show in the shitty Chevvy Hall (my goodness, that is an unsafe place for a crowd to exit):

"O meu erro foi crer que estar ao seu lado bastaria..."

Not really saddened to see Herbert Vianna on a wheelchair, I actually felt happy for him because the crwod is still lovin' and enjoying it.

And we must take life as it is given to us.
And live with our choices, don't we have to?
Was it his choice to board on that ultralight?

I know, I took many a flight on my hang glider I might as well not be alive here.


My last tweets: "Cappucino. Newspaper. Internet. GPS with the art expos I want to visit on this sunny saturday. Rachmanninoff on the stereo. OOps, Pink Floyd, The Wall."
Last night the show was pretty good...
a bit sad that it showed lots of empty spaces.

Good for the fact one could walk around and change viewpoints as much as one wanted.

I tweeted all night actually.

"Eu nem te contei. Provei tantas frutas que te deixariam tonta! Eu tive fora uns dias, eu te odiei uns dias."





Casa Cor today and possibly Casa Fiat tomorrow. On this beautiful sunny Saturday I even think about a nice jog around town. But riding the Bimmer (anybody knows what it stands for?) is quite a temptation... specially with the sunroof open. Oh yeah!
C ya folks.

"Ela é só uma menina, e eu pagando pelos erros que eu nem sei se eu cometi..."