SUNDAY

Sunday comes alone again, a perfect day for a quiet friend, and you - you will set it free. I see new morning yound yr face, everybody sez its another phase, and now - now its come to me. See the magic in yr eyes, i see it come as no surprise, and you - you turn yr eyes away, yeah you - you turn it all away. I guess its true its never too late, still i don’t know what to do today. Oh why - can’t i set you free, will you - do the same for me. Sunday comes and sunday goes, sunday always seems to move so slow. A perfect ending to a perfect day, a perfect ending what can i say, to you - lonely sunday friend, with you - sunday never ends.[SONIC YOUTH]

Terapia de Domingo
Parque, pés descalços na relva, sol, toalha, telemóvel sem bateria, um leve vento a agitar os ramos das árvores, o som da água no rio, e alguém para nos fazer pensar um pouco...