Podia-vos contar a história desta foto,
mas como me dei um prazo para andar com isto para a frente, acho melhor pegar em palavras de Morrissey, que dizem tudo o que eu nunca soube dizer, no meio de tanto vómito que já vomitei, (RC)

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over...
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
see, the sea wants to take me
the knife wants to cut slit me
do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
handsome groom, give her room
loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(although she needs you
more than she loves you)
and I know it's over - still i cling
I don't know where else I can go
Over, over, over, it's over, it's over...
I know it's over
and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real
and you even spoke to me and said:
"If you're so funny
then why are you on your own tonight?
and if you're so clever
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very entertaining
then why are you on your own tonight
if you're so terribly very good-looking
then why do you sleep alone tonight?
i know
because tonight is just like any other night
that's why you're on your own tonight
with your triumphs and your charms
while they are in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over...
it's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over...
love is Natural and Real
but not for you, my love
not tonight, my love
love is Natural and Real
but not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head