quarta-feira, 14 de novembro de 2018

Die before the 60's


I have my goals
And I’m on my way to catch them.
It is not my pleasure, not my will
To be 60’s.

So I have a plan
And I don’t give up about it.
I'm preparing myself
To live, to love on fire.

Then, one of my desires
Is to die before I’m 60.
To die young, to make History
And to leave a mark on this world of misery.

So now I’m happy
With my choices and all their consequences.
There’s no regrets.
There’s only pain under my surfaces.

So there is no worry about my tattoos
Neither about my possessions
I have no place to feel like home
I’m here just to learn how to bless.

So growing old is not my problem
To someone who live like a stranger
This all will pass, I’m sure of it.
So now I’m not afraid of danger.

There is only one way to path
And the truth is: it’s not a decision.
But there is joy and pleasure on this math
It’s more acceptance than a religion.

Angela Natel

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Die before the 60's


I have my goals
And I’m on my way to catch them.
It is not my pleasure, not my will
To be 60’s.

So I have a plan
And I don’t give up about it.
I'm preparing myself
To live, to love on fire.

Then, one of my desires
Is to die before I’m 60.
To die young, to make History
And to leave a mark on this world of misery.

So now I’m happy
With my choices and all their consequences.
There’s no regrets.
There’s only pain under my surfaces.

So there is no worry about my tattoos
Neither about my possessions
I have no place to feel like home
I’m here just to learn how to bless.

So growing old is not my problem
To someone who live like a stranger
This all will pass, I’m sure of it.
So now I’m not afraid of danger.

There is only one way to path
And the truth is: it’s not a decision.
But there is joy and pleasure on this math
It’s more acceptance than a religion.

Angela Natel