S smelled think that was enough to be myself, without masks or openly, it was enough to be and feel close to their innermost secrets. That no matter the difference between us and that loyalty and respect were the columns that supported our affections. That was real protective cloak that, despite the shortcomings or differences of opinion. Did not need uniform styles life. We were like the Three-or ten or fifteen-musketeers.
What has changed? So long ago that the phone does not ring as often as before. So long that flutter murmurs, where there was clear voices. So long ago that I closed the spaces and I exclude from their plans.
not matter, really, gives me the same thing: It's still me, only poorer. I'm still me, even more tired. I'm still here, but I answer the echo bouncing off my words. True to myself, the ability to adapt intact, proud of how much I've learned ... I am free of all porcelain dolls, sepia portraits; the dark days and long nights.
I release myself from anything that seeks to shackle the wings of anyone aspiring to become a shrew, who only knows how to ride as a group to feel strong and together. I release myself from the lack of respect, affection are tolerated. I am free of prejudices and limitations of others.
Free, thanks to selective detachment recovered the shamelessness and the ability to travel, where the wind takes me. Thanks
shrews, and you have a good time that I, myself I can
What has changed? So long ago that the phone does not ring as often as before. So long that flutter murmurs, where there was clear voices. So long ago that I closed the spaces and I exclude from their plans.
not matter, really, gives me the same thing: It's still me, only poorer. I'm still me, even more tired. I'm still here, but I answer the echo bouncing off my words. True to myself, the ability to adapt intact, proud of how much I've learned ... I am free of all porcelain dolls, sepia portraits; the dark days and long nights.
I release myself from anything that seeks to shackle the wings of anyone aspiring to become a shrew, who only knows how to ride as a group to feel strong and together. I release myself from the lack of respect, affection are tolerated. I am free of prejudices and limitations of others.
Free, thanks to selective detachment recovered the shamelessness and the ability to travel, where the wind takes me. Thanks
shrews, and you have a good time that I, myself I can
