of slacker-fantasists who strive

north    a real hero

nunca    early in the morning    ophelia

stop drop roll    keep your head up    sigh no more

meu amor é teu    oh my love    out of the blue

the night they drove old dixie down

los adolescentes

fantasist: North! The land of opportunity. Against all odds we'll reach it and then it will all be ok!

[the fantasist goes to sleep with the imaginings of comforting thoughts: (spoken like a real hero)]

[the slacker intervienes]

slacker: vai ser incrível...! Daqui a bocado já me levanto e arrancamos. Estas coisas nunca se fazem early in the morning ophelia! Já devias saber...

[the striver shouts]

striver: Stop! Drop it and roll out!!! You have to keep your head up!!! Never give up and you will sigh no more!

[the fantasist takes a long breath picturing himself stepping up to the plate, strengthened by the striver's words and poignantly bids farewell]

fantasist: Meu amor é teu! Oh my love, my love... I shall return someday out of the blue! Never forget the night they drove old dixie down!

[the intense moment passes. the slacker dismissively says after a pause]

slacker: humpf... estos huevones son como los adolescentes... siempre con la cabeza en otro lado... 'pasa na'a... tranquilo no mas... 

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