In the Middle of the Night

If my phone rings in the middle of the night, I know that someone misdialed my number. I'm not the person someone wants to talk to in the middle of the night. It's not for me. Not any more. If the phone rang while I was sleeping before, it was no mistake, it was you telling me the most insignificant thing ever but... as it was at that time of the night, it made perfect sense, and it couldn't have been said at any other time. Now there are no calls in the middle of the night. And your middle of the night isn't even the same as mine. To who are you going to talk about the most important facts of the World that only become apparent in the middle of the night? Not to me... it will be morning for me, and my phone is on vibrate now.

The sun after the rain

If only you were here, you would see that after the rain, the sun comes out and everything around sparkles as it passes through. You would know what it is to see the sun after the rain and not only sun after sun after sun. Every sun needs a cloud, every raindrop needs sunshine.

Portuguese Weather

You will always miss the rain. I'm sure that it doesn't rain there as it does here... You won't be able to get your hair wet, and then walk with your boots soaked in water. You won't be able to wear boots, and just the notion of that is ridiculous. You won't use an umbrella, not that you used one here, but you could if you wanted to, now if you do, you might be seen as an oddball... Nor will you need an extra set of clothes, a warm jacket, a scarf. You won't be able to sit at the fireplace and eat chestnuts or drink hot chocolate, unless you’re Mitch or are with Mitch from Baywatch, then you can do right about anything... You will miss the rain and the cold, I’m telling you, you will; and we will miss you in the rain, I’m telling you, I will.