Porem, agora não vou só voar por aqui, vou extravasar as caraminholas que assolam minha mente dias e dias..horas e horas. Deixar minha marca de gente nas páginas de um lugar que conquisto diariamente ao fazer um simples login. Facilmente!
Meu casulo particular, é nada mais que um espaço para minhas ideias, minhas tolices, minhas magoas e meus desejos. E para começar, quero deixar a letra de uma música, que ainda não ouvi, mas que ilustra muito bem o meu desejo de um dia me libertar desse casulo analítico e controlado para voar por este mundo... Fora daqui, longe dai.
Mama's got a secret place where she likes to stay
Mama's got her own bright yellow sun, to light up her days,
This is a getaway, just to savor her own life
She rectifies her situation with a wish to fly.
Ooh and she wants to fly,
Ooh like a butterfly,
Ooh, and she wishes she could fly, fly away.
Mama's like a butterfly and she's flying away, yeah.
Mama's like a butterfly and she's flying away, yeah.
Mama keeps a track of the time, her days, her years,
In pages of a book whose lines reflect all her fears,
I know at times that she lives in her own lies,
But I just can't forget her hopeless wish, her reason to fly.
Sometimes she feels so nervous inside,
Keeps creeping in, and crawling in her,
Sometimes she dreams her paradise,
She's like a butterfly, like a butterfly, butterfly.
Away, away, away, she's flying to.
Mama's got her own bright yellow sun, to light up her days,
This is a getaway, just to savor her own life
She rectifies her situation with a wish to fly.
Ooh and she wants to fly,
Ooh like a butterfly,
Ooh, and she wishes she could fly, fly away.
Mama's like a butterfly and she's flying away, yeah.
Mama's like a butterfly and she's flying away, yeah.
Mama keeps a track of the time, her days, her years,
In pages of a book whose lines reflect all her fears,
I know at times that she lives in her own lies,
But I just can't forget her hopeless wish, her reason to fly.
Sometimes she feels so nervous inside,
Keeps creeping in, and crawling in her,
Sometimes she dreams her paradise,
She's like a butterfly, like a butterfly, butterfly.
Away, away, away, she's flying to.
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