"I guess it finally dawned on me you're gone
Well maybe I can make it on my own
I don't stay up wonderin' if you'll call
And some nights I don't dream of you at all
Your memory's still hurtin' deep inside
That's something I'm still learnin' how to hide
Though this heart of mine has lost an ache or two
I've only turned a lighter shade of blue"


47 dias. 47 dias firme e forte, segurando a barra, seguindo em frente. 47 dias seguindo minha decisão. E por pouco não fraquejei. Tropecei. Quase caí. Respirei fundo, sacudi a poeira e segui em frente. Rumo ao 48º dia.

"If you wait long enough by the river, you'll soon see your enemies' bodies floating down the stream" -Sun Tzu em "The Art of War", séc 5 A.C.

np:"The story of beauty"- Destiny's child