Segunda-feira 25 de Maio, quinto dia. Sem rádio, o trabalho fez-se, em silêncio. Decidi por enquanto anular qualquer referência ao exterior (excepto o som do tráfego... reparei!).
Próxima etapa os planos horizontais: chão e tecto.
Passagem de ano 2008-2009... ao som de Sleepyhead dos Passion Pit.
And everything is going to the beat And everything is going to the beat And everything is going –
And you said It was like fire around the brim Burning solid, Burning thin the burning rim Like stars burning holes right through the dark You gave fire like saltwater into my eyes You were an inch from the edge of this bed I drive you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead
They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead