Existem sonhos que se tornam reais, lagartas que se transformam em borboletas, imagens que ganham vida e almas que se tocam como que por magia...
Sunday, March 4
"It’s all of our birthdays this summer One number older, another year younger I’ll go to your party, you’ll come to mine We’ve given up cigarettes, we’ve given up wine We’ve given up caffeine and sworn off desserts I don’t try to seduce you, we don’t even flirt We’re too good to be happy, too straight to be sad So just blow out the candles, Happy Birthday
Stay out of the ocean, stay out of the sun Stay in perfect shape and be number one We’ve got brilliant excuses for having no fun So blow out the candles, Happy Birthday
Make love in the microwave Think of all the time you’ll save And don’t forget to make it look As though you’re working very very hard
But I’ll be your lover if you will be mine We’ll go back to the garden and have a good time And if I’m offered an apple, I’ll politely decline And just blow out the candles Happy Birthday!"
Sou um arco-íris. Sou uma lagarta e borboleta. Sonho acordada e vivo (n)os meus sonhos.
[Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile]