It's been days, it's been years waiting for a single day. Joys. Disillusions. It was the time that hurt with his risks and damages. It was the night and the day in hopes of one day. (Manuel Alegre)
It would be today.
When the magnetizing voice of Paulo de Carvalho was broadcasted on the radio that night, she knew it. Everything was about to change. Leaning back slightly in her armchair, she quietly enjoyed the lyrics of another failed attempt to win the Eurovision song festival.
The discrete DGS official sitting at the bottom of the living room watched her for a moment before resuming the report's drafting of the mission he was in. "Harmless". The police officer's opinion about her was so strong that he didn't even try to hide it.
He couldn't be more wrong.
She turned her gaze to the radio and sighed. Her countenance was calm yet, her mind was ravaged by an endless vortex of memories.
"She probably recalls a romance from the past while the singer mourns himself," wrote the pi