3h40 da manhã do dia 1º de janeiro de 2007. Meu sogro quase dormindo ao volante há pouco me proporcionou alguma dose de adrenalina (há quem diga que ele esteja desenvolvendo uma nova modalidade de esporte radical chamada Gilsonismo…).
Encaro nesse exato instante a primeira insônia do ano. Então, só pra distrair…
“So this is the new year.
And i don’t feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For self assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogs bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways
There’d be no distance that could hold us back.
There’d be no distance that could hold us back
So this is the new year”
[The New Year – Death Cab For Cutie]