blue skyes

I have blue skyes on my arms, songs on my feet. There is no words, no sounds, just me. Runing on the same spot. Standing proud, joking with the wind that pushs me back. There is a short magic in my little sorrow, in my cozy sadness. And that is that, I am happy despite it all. I want to be here.

I have blue skyes on my arms, songs on my feet...

caminho

Ainda não cheguei, mas estou no caminho.
Passo a passo, mas no caminho.
E isso é tão importante, como chegar.