Será assim?... (ou da dúvida metódica) I love you, I am no more There's a kitten raging at the back door And I don't know if the kids have eaten It seems there was some kind of sunset But I wouldn't know if I was breathing I wouldn't know if I was breathing On the radio they said That the dawn was red That clouds have feelings I thought the sky was dead But I wouldn't know if the stars were bleeding If the trees were weeping If the moon was sleeping If it was peace time of a nuclear war I love you, I am no more Anita Lane, in Sex o'clock, ed. Costumm. --------