«The Good Die Young».

«(...) The good die young

There might be no tomorrow

In god we trust

Through all this pain and sorrow

The good die young

The flame will burn forever

And no one knows your name

Bring the boys back home again

It was a quiet day

On the streets of hope

When the bomb went off

At the side of the road

Sounds of breaking steel

An windshield full of blood

No enemy in sight

It feels like in a movie scenes are passing by

It's your life»

Dedicado à memória de todos os que já não tenho e que me fazem falta na dimensão física da Existência. Em particular, e sempre, a ti, Carlos [Pinto Coelho].