9/11

This post was written in English, 'cause when it comes down to put out emotions, nothing beats one's native language.

In 1996, we used to spend time looking to the sky, taking naps on the campus grass.
We'd talk about the school, the parties, the bands, and sometimes, about the future.
The future. It was a very distant thing; quite bright, though.
The UCLA campus was our home. The After Dark, our ballpark.

In 1999, we used to spend time going to the movies; that cheap one, down Irolo Street.
We'd talk about job, financial issues, young pregnancy; and more often, about the future.
The so-called future was bright yet. A little blur maybe, but still bright as hell.
Santa Monica was our home. The downtown, our nightmare.

In 2000, we hung out for the last time, in London, for the accuracy's sake.
We'd sit around our beers and talk about life and stuff.
No one had illusions about the future anymore, but even so, it was somehow shining yet.
We'd live in different places now, different countries, different lives.

For three of us, that so-called future never came.
In 2001, September 11, Laura, Alysia and Todd died in the 9/11 attacks.
For me, it was left the responsibility to live up to my potential.
I need to honor this goddamn future.

Today I indulged myself with a couple beers, Guinness Draft, if you care to know.
I sit in a bench by the Los Angeles Plaza, and drank with my buddies souls.
We cried, we drank, and we cried some more.
The future has lost its bright, finally.


Homenagem de 2006
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