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Niterói, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Analista de Marketing Digital

On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe... Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes... Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It wouldn't be you... Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive... Wind in my hair, I feel part of everyw