"He's got a broken voice and a twisted smile;
Guess he's been that way for quite awhile;
Got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim;
Did he do it to himself or was it done to him?
People think he don't look well;
But all he needs from what I can tell;
Is someone to help wash away all the paint;
From his purple hands before it gets too late."
- Norah Jones, 'Broken'


oh so sabado é q os vo celebrar, no club8. s qiseres aparcer =D ja sabes ;p