E neste sábado imperfeito - nada melhor para traduzir sentimentos dolorosos recentes - que a letra de música perfeita de uma música perfeita de uma banda mais-que-perfeita:

The Smiths
Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Last night I dreamt

That somebody loved me

No hope, no harm

Just another false alarm

Last night I felt

Real arms around me

No hope, no harm

Just another false alarm

So, tell me how long

Before the last one?

And tell me how long

Before the right one?

The story is old - I know

But it goes on

The story is old - I know

But it goes on

Oh, goes on

And on

Oh, goes on

And on