Everything´s ok.

Now I´m really pissed off. “The enemy works in the corner of my eye”, the song plays again and again in my head. But I have a advantage: he doesn´t know what I´m writing. He barely read portuguese. He´s looking at me, at my monitor, right now, but he can´t do no harm anymore. So I can practice my english while I pretend to translate commercial letters. Instead, I write big e’s to friends who lives in other countries, and that´s it.