Um Ou Mais Graus de Separação

Ride A bird flew into a crowded bus Flapped his wings through that metal box Collided and crashed onto the closed windows breathed the heavy and heated air A bird flew into a crowded bus and his bird heart filled with despair was beating even faster than its wings it hoped for white skies, for the gusting wind A bird flew into a crowded bus and glided and tumbled through the worried heads And messed with tidy hairs and messed up minds And screams joined the flapping wings noise More birds flew into a crowded bus They go inside, they pay, they leave But leaving is never leaving at all Their wings are clipped by the shut-down windows I flew into a crowded bus Hoping to see white skies again Hoping to see white skies at all Hoping to see white skies if once But the metal is what I’ve got And the desperate sound of wings hitting windows windows that hide those white skies from me.

Ana Clara Matta tem 21 anos, é estudante de Comunicação Social na UFMG e editora do Rock 'n' Beats.

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