... please, have a nice day, even so...

A piece of glass
In the sand under your feet
It cuts you deep
And makes you hate the beauty
That you see
And you wonder where you are
How you ever got so far
Now you question what went wrong
It's your heart

It's raining again
There's a dark cloud
Over your head
It follows you 'round
It's bringing you down
It's raining
It's raining again

A wilted rose
Your decay is all you see
You buy the flaws
And miss the beauty
That is yours for free
Realize you are so far
From the things that matter now
And you only wonder how
It's your heart

It's raining again
There's a dark cloud
Over your head
It follows you 'round
It's bringing you down
It's raining
It's raining again

Come on
Come on get it right
Come on
Come on make it right
Come on
Come on it's alright

It's raining again
There's a dark cloud
Over your head
It follows you 'round
It's bringing you down
It's raining
It's raining again

It's raining
Raining again
There's a dark cloud
Over your head.

[Raining again, by Staind]

É, isso é para ti... ( e para qualquer um, que como tu, também tem nuvens de chuva na cabeça...)
É teu direito, tu sabes que já te disse isso...

Mas hoje, além de tudo, vê lá fora?... Sim... Chove, está tudo cinza... E minhas poesias todas tendem a se encharcar e rasgar, como páginas velhas e desbotadas de jornal, que por acidente, foram lavadas pela garoa...

Cores amareladas e sujas... parecem coisas perdidas de nossas avós... calçolas sem uso e rendas partidas... Lá fora, barulho de bocas de lobo engolindo pequenos córregos... tilintares... o velejar dos carros no fino mar... as manchas nacaradas de óleo no meio-fio... (por que meio?)

... E eu... apesar de tudo isso, (também) só consigo sintetizar: que bela merda de dia!...