I want to fly, fly so high where pain or sorrow does not reach me, where love is only a taboo, I want to turn the helm to an uncertain destination.
Transform my interior into curiosities of the future, I want to live a life in time, let the tide rise and drown all the sorrows.
I want to feel the busy life of unconscious happiness, I want a sea of false smiles instead of acquired suffering.
I want to think that life is still perfect and at the same time full of imperfections, I want to hold on even I can, I’m brave, I’m bold, strong and fragile at the same time.
I would like a perfect life full of imperfections