Pelos olhos da minha tão amiga cláudia, um dos nossos "deuses" a despedir-se com a mais que bonita - uma das minhas preferidas de sempre - Brockwell Park.

in the night we freeze
brockwell
and you want me to tell
in london's lonesome park

as fire bombs explode
but out here
bonfire lamps glow to the crowded road
if the days weren't so precious
and no worlds where shorted wires had kept us

i am distracted
and trips on the train
things would be better than this
there's an angel by the ocean i miss
the mirror where i watched your naked body strainbefore our lives changed

(nem os cretinos que barulhavam em fundo a mancharam!)