Sara, ponto e virgula!

Hoje recordo um poema que escrevi à já algum tempo... é sempre bom recordar Dreaming into reality One day I woke up and realize I'm not that 8 years old girl anymore That now I have problems on my own One day I woke up and realize that the world is larger then I thought That the bird on the tree doesn't always sing happy songs One day I woke up thinking I'd rather be asleep With my head resting on my blue spotted pillow I dreamed I'd never wake to the reallity surrounding my white painted room My fairytails land where the frogs really turn into princes of the hood… BUT I WASN'T REALLY AWAKE, CAUSE Now I realize that solutions were created to solve problems Some of them never solved… some of them never found And maybe one problem was me... With my eyes open now I can see The stars in sky trying to reach infinity Leading the way to a someone souls eternity Now I can see everyone … I see the real princesses inside of each women And the real p...