May you rest in peace, forever...

Há dias assim, em que as más notícias nos chegam de sopetão e em que pouco podemos fazer para dar conforto, porque a distância de centenas de km não o permite ou porque, pura e simplesmente, ainda que essa distância não existisse, a impotência nos ultrapassa.
É verdade, R., esta é para ti. À falta de melhor homenagem, ficam as palavras de outros com bastante mais poder de expressão do que eu.
Beijo grande da amiga Battle Axe.

"And if the snow buries my...
My neighborhood

And if my parents are crying,
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours

You climb out the chinmey
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around,
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the cold

You change all the lead sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...

Then, we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that,
The names we used to know
But sometimes,
We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents...
Well, whatever happened to them?!

You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn
It's the song I've been trying to sing...

Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!"