Getting started when you´re not ready

Keep waitting for the rigth moment or for wathever you´re waitting for is a waste of time, don´t you think?

I´ve been thinking about keeping write in english here but i realised that i always say the same things and make the same refletions, don´t you think so?

Last Friday i met a guy.. nice guy indeed than i felt that i don´t need a nice guy!

I´ve been having trouble sleeping. I wake up at least to times in the nigth to go to the bathroom so i can´t have a calm and revitalising sleep. And it´s not easy to get back to sleep again. Summing up everything, i´m getting tired, really. I wake up more tired than i was when i went to sleep.

Happy birthday little sister!!

Black crows circling up above
Crying out, �do you hear that sound?�
I never thought it�d come to this
Paradise razed to the ground
Sometimes I don�t sleep at night
I hear the wind in the moaning trees
I wonder how my child will fare
With wars and bombs and thieves

The thunder has begun

Some are blind but choose to see
Lies into the truth; a weed
Some put their trust in faith
Some say �I don�t believe�
But each man unto himself
Is an atom in a raging sea
Where the boat, to anchor or sail
Of the two; which will it be?

The thunder has begun (x3)
A storm is gonna come (x5)

Who�s the one now watching you
Who says your rights are wrong
When the preacher and the judge align
A change is coming; it won�t be long
We may have burned the bridge too far
We may have run ourselves too far
When you look into the mirror, friend
What is it that you want to ask?

The thunder has begun

Dear Father when you left me here,
You lay your head in eternal sleep
You told me, oh, that all remains
Love is all we have to keep
Black crows circling up above
Crying out do you hear that sound
I�d never thought it�d come to this
Paradise razed to the ground

The thunder has begun (x3)

Sem título

Ausente no instante que viraste a página e disseste que talvez amanhã fosse o dia propício para conseguir ir para o momento em que cruzámos sem ver a luz que brilhava mas não importava tudo se proporcionava para o mais belo dia de fevereiro.

I will follow you into the dark