Poder musical

Daughter
Pearl Jam

(You guys ready?)
Alone, listless,
Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room,
Young girl, violins,Centre of her own attention.

The - mother reads aloud,
Child - tries to understand it,
Tries to make her proud.

The shades go down, it's in her head,
Painted room,
Can't deny there's something wrong.

Don't call me daughter, not fit to,
The picture kept will remind me,
Don't call me daughter, not fit to,
The picture kept will remind me,
Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down,
She will - rise above!

Don't call me daughter, not fit to,
The picture kept will remind me,

Don't call me daughter, not fit to be,
The picture kept will remind me,
Don't call me...The shades go down...
The shades go down...The shades go... go...

Mas que vidinha mais musical... Acho que toda vez que eu postar vou acabar colocando uma música.
Música é uma coisa muito completa, muito sensorial. Ela consegue influenciar vários sentidos ao mesmo tempo. Agora pouco eu estava um pouco tristonha, desacreditada... resolvi escutar um pouquinho de Pearl Jam. Pronto, já estou feliz novamente.