In my crystal ball, the world has a place to me.
But pressure is difficult and I don’t ever know what I want be.
Maybe I want to go to the Moon, because there I’m secure
Maybe I just want to be happy and hold with my hands the future
In the end, the crystal ball said to me: “Loving living”
Because you are a little person and the time sarted counting.

Ohhh... O nosso belo texto.
ResponderEliminarAté que ficou uma coisa bem linda. Falta é a tua parte! Eu gostei dela.
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