Li algures que "Tudo é autobiográfico". Os factos aqui descritos são verdade. Quase verdade. Contêm alguma verdade. Bem, afinal para que é que interessa a verdade? Verdade, só existe a de cada um! As pessoas de que aqui se fala existem, de facto. Quer dizer, mais ou menos. Pensando bem, existem para mim. Cada um que decida por si. ---- João Paulo Videira ----
Where is this room? And this Hotel? I can't remember how I arrived How many times? I couldn't tell, So often in this reality I dived!
Lying on this unknown bed, Two handsome men next to me. They sleep as if they have had The most exhausting night there could be!
They know me, trust me : very well! But yesterday we met for the first time. Amazed they were, uncovering the veil I was wearing to hide who I am.
Recognition from the posters spread over town They have the feeling they know who I am But they only know the face I own And certainly not my soul and its harm!
Being here, listening to their breaths Makes me forget that I have another life Full of duties, where time too fast leaves : I am a mother, I am a wife!
Why shouldn't I be allowed as well To cheat, to betray, to enjoy Feeling only pleasure, hearing the bells When I am, if requested treated as a toy.
I pay for it, and get what I want Never disappointed, for they want to satisfy Realize my fantasy without them I can't They never complain, never ask : why?
Too soon I'll be back to my loved ones I'll feel better, at least for a while No more pain in my soul, only in my bones My soul darkened, never again white.
I'm unfaithful, and I pay for it Judgment would fall on me if discovered Surely worried about it, but just a bit After all, only one should be bothered!
I can already hear my son, tomorrow When I will arrive, tired but happy His voice will awake the sorrow And after that I will fell sleepy.
Going back to that public living Smiling, faking, playing a part Hoping that very soon again, I'll be leaving For another night of sexy art.
I love my family, more then you think Otherwise I would just leave them And wouldn't spare so much ink To explain what a cheat I am.