IT'S A RIOT, ALICE!

PARCE QUE TU ES MON  PLUS GRAND  SECRET.  JUSQU'A MIDI, ALICE.    

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,
Something that would make me never want another,
Something that would make it so that nothing matters,

(...)

But as for me I'm coming to MY final chapter,
(...)

So I stand in the sun,
(...),
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth,

Seeing everything you've ever seen was just a mirror,
Spend your whole life sweating in an endless fever,
Laying in a bathtub full of freezing water...

A BANHEIRA DE GRANIZO SIGNIFICA TORPOR?  O TORPOR INANE, PORQUE SE SUA (ad infinitum) DO MESMO TANTO?  À CUSTA DO ANTIGO, AINDA?    

VOLTAMOS (AS DUAS, ZIZOU E EU) A TOADA TODA TÃO GRIFÁVEL.  HAVENDO ESTA DE FATO ESTANCADO EM SEU CAPÍTULO DERRADEIRO.  E CRENDO, AINDA, QUE LOVERS *WILL*  BE DRAPED IN FLOWERS.  O PRADO LEVE/BREVE/INERTE DE QUE FALÁVAMOS OUTRORA.