Pulsões

It's as if a diary opened its mouth and started singing - flowing, with emotion, with a voice inside your head. Everything pulsates: thoughts, fingers, the past that refuses to lie still, and the present that simply asks to be. There's a little philosophy here, a little self-analysis, and - yes - a lot of thoughts. Sometimes too many. But who said that's a bad thing? After all, if you're going to go crazy, you might as well do it to the accompaniment of guitar strumming and revelations that, for some reason, are embarrassing but pleasant to say out loud.