What kinda job is this?
I have a lot of hotel rooms but no place to stay
Been to anywhere in the world but never been home
See every strangers in the corner and not the one I loved
What kinda life is this?
Looking at the time like it’s gonna eat you any second
Sleeping like a baby can cause a death sentence
and having your voice out could lose you a future
What kinda person I am now?
Everything have to be precisely perfect
Like anything could go wrong anytime
and nothing can pleased me anymore
I changed
from a small girl with a big dream
to a big girl with a small dream
I dream a castle, white horses and carriage no more
I dream a hut, a tomato seed and you now
Then I stop dreaming
and I start living
and I start drowning
into a world they called, reality
into a world where everybody is the Prey
where everybody is the Hunter
and I’m lost in between
So I took a journey in a search for love
And I found out in my years of hurts and happiness
That I can only love God
for God is the only way out
Grasp tight and you’ll find
That the love never runs out
#2028 Milano,
2011, 4th of June
Life Around the Globe 