Hoje ofereceram-me palavras intensas.
Sem ser uma retribuição, agradeço com este texto:

“She’s taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles
And the look in their eyes
Everyone’s got a theory about the bitter one

Mama never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That’s why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she’s waiting for
The right kind of pilot to come
(and she’ll say to him)

I would fly you to the moon and back
If you’ll be, if you’ll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So, would you be my baby?

She can’t remember a time
When she felt needed
If love was red then she was color-blind
All her friends they’ve been trialed for treason
And crimes that were never defined

Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don’t have a map for
So baby gonna take a dive and
push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she’s hanging all her hopes on
the stars

I would fly you to the moon and back
If you’ll be, if you’ll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So, would you be my baby?”

Savage Garden – “To the Moon and Back”