
Tenho tido algumas paragens no tempo. Por vezes dou comigo, absorta, a olhar para o nada, longe de onde me encontro fisicamente. Parece que tenho asas e voo. Voo para longe, para um sítio só meu. Um local onde encontro o que tanto procuro. Sigo a luz dos teus olhos, o teu sorriso e voo.
“...You fly straight into my heart
You fly straight into my heart
But here comes the fall
So much for make-believe,
I'm not sold
So much of dreams, deceit,
I'm not prepared to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me bold
For always and ever
I'll never let go
Always concealed
Safe and inside, alive
Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
In a passion it broke
I pull the black from the gray
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today...”
(Pioneer To The Falls)