I don't wanna be an angel anymore,
I'm so boring,
I need a salvation...
but with my feet on the ground
like a being of material creation
I don't need wings anymore,
Cause I can fly
in my imagination...
with my mind on the eternal air
like a soul with a good hesitation
Jump into the illusions
of the Earth
beautiful, full of flaws,
green, but dry...
I let me take
take me to your nest
but what would I have to do?
I'm a fallen angel without a vest.
Free your human mind,
and so you can fly,
fly away from this sad
and crazy world...
Fly me away,
fly me away with you,
and save me from myself
after all I don't know what to do.
Claudia Fernandes
30 de novembro de 2008.
domingo, 30 de novembro de 2008
Humanangel.
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