It's turning out to be a real good time,
And who'd have thought that entertainment,
Lies in the winter of your discontent.
I was listening to Jamie Cullum while preparing our breakfast. I was also thinking about her and in my young days. And I've notice i was doing it in english. No, i was thinking in a jumbled mix of words from different languages that flows in my mind: portuguese, english and spanish. It always happens after i read or listen things in english. First i think about the way she writes and tells stories about her life and problems. It makes me realise how much some of my views have changed. I still have the bad habit of give advice when i'm not asked. And now i'm here, trying to remain motionless, although it is quite impossible for me to do so. I really don't want to understand her illness. I just dream that one day i´ll be able to accept myself and others for who they are, with more compassion and wisdom. But this is not so easy as it seems to be.And the songs go on...
So what game shall we play today?
How about the one where you don't get your way?
But even If you do,
* "Get your way", Jamie Cullum (Catching Tales, 2005).