#9

I ran, looking for a love that knew fill my heart with tendrness.
I ran against a time that marked on my skin its slow passage.
I was as racing against myself, trampling my past mistakes, hoping to return to cultivate only good things.
He fled from the walls of paper mache of a world that was not how i wanted to.
And I stopped, on your lips, where nothing was wrong and I repaired to me in your arms, that smell of freedom.

#5

In twenty years I have not found my place in the world.

#1

I look around and I see people choose their own future, without any hesitation, without any fear. And I feel small, like an ant, in this world of giants, in this world full of people safe.