Mental...totally mental! hehe

To Whom It May Concern,

When random thoughts might not seem so random... (just pretty much a squizofrenic-quote-literature-exercise):

This weekend I'm off to "Barceloooonnnaaaa, it was the first time that we met", with this weird feeling in my mind... suddenly this conversation popped to my memory:

Melvin Udall: I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true.
Carol Connelly: I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful.
Melvin Udall: Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol Connelly: I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me.
Melvin Udall: You make me want to be a better man.
Carol Connelly: ...That's maybe the best compliment of my life.
Melvin Udall: Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.

We'd just been talking about:

Hitch: Basic Principles - no woman wakes up saying "God, I hope I don't get swept off my feet today!" Now, she might say "This is a really bad time for me," or something like "I just need some space," or my personal favorite "I'm really into my career right now." You believe that? Neither does she. You know why? 'Cause she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying! It's not a bad time for her. She doesn't need any space. And she may be into her career, but what she's really saying is "Uh, get away from me now," or possibly "Try harder, stupid," but which one is it? 60% of all human communication is nonverbal, body language; 30% is your tone, so that means 90% of what you're saying ain't coming out of your mouth. Of course she's going to lie to you! She's a nice person! She doesn't want to hurt your feelings! What else she going to say? She doesn't even know you... yet. Luckily, the fact is that just like the rest of us, even a beautiful woman doesn't know what she wants until she sees it, and that's where I come in. My job is to open her eyes. Basic Principles - no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet; he just needs the right broom.

And again my memory plays a trick on me, something pops up again, something about last night:

Timon: [singing] I can see what's happening.
Pumbaa: What?
Timon: [singing] And they don't have a clue.
Pumbaa: Who?
Timon: [singing] They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line: Our trio's down to two.
Pumbaa: Oh.
Timon: [singing] [sarcastic, with French accent]
Timon: The sweet caress of twilight [normal voice, but still sarcastic]
Timon: There's magic everywhere and with all this romantic atmosphere Disaster's in the air!
But all of a sudden this energy jumps from my brain... straight to the heart (and you're to blame yeah! You give looooove a bad name!)... non-stop to the tips of my fingers and I decide to stop... look and listen... its Jamie Cullum, take it away... Jay!

"What a difference a day made, twenty four little hours... la la la lallllaaaaa"

E continuo neste frenesim esquizo... nesta pseudo escrita automática... num "laisser faire laisser passer" inédito e sigo os impulsos das memórias, das conversas, do que me ocorre basicamente...
and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love no glory
no hero in her skies
i can't take my eyes off of you

and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial
i can't take my eyes off of you
(...)
did I say that I want to leave it all behind?
i can't take my mind off of you
my mind
(...)

E... if all good things come to an end... this bad bad thing (leia-se post) is about to be given um par de barbatanas de cimento e umas aulas de natação no Tejo...

E por falar em Tejo, obrigado "minha" Tágide! :)
...

PS - Estou, cada dia que passa, cada vez mais assustado comigo. Mas não consigo deixar de achar engraçado que já que tenho a fama de psycho, que ao menos possa ter o proveito!