Tell me can you hear my voice, loud and clear above the noise?

In a temporarily empty apartment I create the new world, my future if you will. When the roomie is out exploring her notion of Lisbon with the family, I open the windows and let the mind flow freely and breathe the dream. Singing along as loud as I possibly can to Money Honey and Falling in Love while I write a few more paragraphs, read a little in The Carrie Diaries and think about last night when we enjoyed life in english, italian, portuguese, swedish and a little bit in french. A confused mind is a happy mind. And now: my daily viewing of Burlesque. Daily, yes.