on air: " Say It's Possible" Terra Naomi
The last failure in 2010 could not miss.
I felt useless, helpless, helpless, hopeless.
"I'm going to New York, there will be all different."
"As if you're not in New York remains the same!"
Even if he was telling me, I saw him sing it.
"You'll never be like me, you will not do what I did, you'll never be what they are."
We want to try the same, I tell myself. I put on there before, sure. These are days that aspect. I just simply push a button and everything would be perfect. One note after another, everything was perfect.
not so easy however.
I wonder how they do. Who knows if you review them, and they hate what they are. I wonder if they too want to escape. I would like to join them and tell them you are perfect, that should not be afraid.
Will there ever be someone to run to me and said that it was all right, that nothing was missing, that was the best thing I could do?
"Hey! Shit was perfect!"
I hear them in my ears already. I read them, here on the screen. They tell me they want to marry me. Crazy. But they're so cute. They help me. They make me happy to live this life. They make me feel useful. My words are on their lips and in their ears. Belong to him, I have them.
Instead I'm here.
And the year ends. Finally!
will put a full stop. Beautiful big.
start again.
White Pages, pens of every color (black ink, but remains the favorite, beware of blue feathers). My life, new. New? Some say that the real news is not a new figure in the count of years. No need for lists, intentions, and memories of the situation.
Instead I need. To turn the page in my mind.
Fuck.
year to shine, I explode! I have to light up the sky as the most colorful fireworks, and instead of a bang, sweet notes.
Goodbye to sorrow, goodbye to the thought of you, to fuck myself who is afraid, but passive suffering of an evil invisible and futile. Goodbye to fatigue, despair, goodbye to tears, farewell to the times when I canceled, fuck the kisses that I gave.
It 'really bad start in 2010, and went on worse. I had lost sight of my way, I had no hand in my emotions, my choices, my feelings. There was only one figure, now I vaguely remember, who walked before me, a shadow seems to me now, and I followed, without the use of sight. I followed the sound of footsteps, his voice soft. But the road was mine. By now my back was km. And perhaps it was not even his. Perhaps not seeing me as he ran, in fear. We were too weak neighbors. We were too caught, our backs exposed the wind blows. Suddenly, a stone.
I opened my eyes and turned away from those paths are rough, not suitable for my shoes are too flat, which began to be too bad. I've torn, I made the gloves, red, I have not yet developed. And I took the other, closer to what you want to be.
Blacker, more serious. More
red, with a smile on his face.
warmer, with sunny faces.
I went through wild forests, and I've got the perfume, but that was not my house, though so beautiful and so soft in spite of appearances. I have lived happy moments in those woods, but still the pain blinded me, beat from tree to tree, stumbled in dense bushes. I felt a warm voice that made me feel good, but still could not see the light, and fled again.
I walk now, new roads that I had ever seen. I'm still not in my country, but I feel that I am approaching slowly in the air. I hear the familiar smells, I see things that remind me of who I was. They are even more beautiful than those I had met long ago.
This way I like, and who knows if it will take me between those skyscrapers. I hope we
, and train my wings to fly over the heads of those already waiting for me there. His head and his. Singing a song that will listen and sing along with me, maybe. And we will unite our voices in a beautiful chorus.
miss her, There is still a long way. Maybe not even just the year that is coming. And then, when I get home, maybe I will start again, stretch out my path.
The important thing is to walk, they say. It 's true.
I like to walk here, now.
I make a jump, and here in 2011. It seems to start well. The premises leave me blown away (and it is an occasion to reflect) demoralized (and it is an opportunity to get even more strength and fight), safe (and it is an opportunity to engage in what I think), ambitious (and opportunity to not leave me behind).
I began with this song. And I say yes you can. Any what he wants. 'll Get it. Now, I have the strength.
I say that is possible.
And I can tell you too, happy new year to you.
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