Primavera

É a hora da Primavera.

Senti sua falta so much ;-D.

I feel black and I feel blue

Trying to find my way between the pieces

Trying not to fall from the lines

keeping the boundaries of white, violet, and orange

I feel it is hard to be

a better person and at the same time

give up being what i'm used to be

even if i don't like it

Men jeg er allerende træt, af den
samme gamle sang og hvorfor sku' man vente, når alt skal prøve mindst en
gang?