and 
... these were just a couple of my cravings, for everything it seem's I like's a little bit stronger, a little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me. Except last night I came to see the Gay Messiah, right after his gorgeous singing Policewoman. And I listened, and I watched, and I jumped, and I cried. And today I feel alive. And oh so gay!
Rufus Wainwright, ontem, no Coliseu do Porto... também com o intimismo e a loucura pop se cumprem as revoluções.
