NYC

"As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach. Then, you're in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening get closer, you just can't get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you'll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and buildings and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it."

Ontem sonhei que estava a passear pelas ruas de NY, sozinha, a ver as montras, as vistas, os edifícos de centenas de andares, as luzes, as pessoas, a cultura, a vida da cidade que nunca dorme. Lembro-me que conforme deambulava pelos passeios fui assaltada em todas as lojas onde entrava (weird), fiquei sem mala, sem telemóvel, sem carteira, sem dinheiro, sem nada. Até que passei a ser só eu, de mãos nos bolsos, despreocupada visto que já não tinha mais nada a perder. E nem por um segundo deixei de me sentir feliz...

São sonhos.