A acentuar a já pronunciada falta de tempo, notam se os demais efeitos do começo de uma nova época de exames. O nervosismo, o calor, a ansiedade. Enfim haja um telefone, e um bom amigo a quem telefonar, nos momentos de maior escuridão.

Aqui fica, a propósito da conversa de ontem shotor:






"There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but i can's hear what you're saying
When i was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And i have become
Comfortably numb."


Pink Floyd . Comfortably Numb