time to go home...

Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me... What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives growing increasingly unclear.
I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,

would wither in the light of my plan.
So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
but there's only one thing on my mind

searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I'd find a song
for someone who needs somewhere to long for.
Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.

(Homesick, Kings of Convenience)

mood reflections...

Em dia de bodas de papoila (saltitante)...

Tenho na alma uma chama imensa :)
Que dizer...? I believe in miracles!
Feliz dia, you sexy thing!