Síndroma de Domingo

A maioria dos Domingos arrasa comigo.
Melancolia, saudade do passado, angústia perante o futuro, incerteza e impasse, pessimismo cerrado. O Domingo é uma espécie de suspensão do tempo, em que existe uma revisão do que foi e uma previsão tímida do que será. É quase sempre assim.

Momento apropriado para tocar a minha musiquinha dos momentos tristes:

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.

And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder

Hey, Jude! Don't let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.

So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,
You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better