I'm all right

I wish this could be always the soundtrack of my life...

and I wish it could be the rain
the computer turned on under the lamp
my feet protected with socks at the cold weather
the sound of jazz and a woman's voice
football games
the windows all wet
the noise of the rain
my lonely nails
my lonely bed
my lone and silent readings
the books by my side
a concert on tv and caetano's voice
making me sleep at maybe 2 a.m.
with memories of distant people
living on distant places
at very cold cities
(but still at the same continent)
my weird and unexperient english writing
on a quiet, quiet sunday night...