... otherwise, there is the land.
How far could we go without any hope?
Indeed have I preferred the English meaning...
not the Portuguese one that has implicit the idea of "waiting so long..."
I feel like this first drives us to something "moving".
That`s what I need nowadays: a motif, anything makes me move out!
Sailing to my dream land, its exaggerations... and truths.
Looking for a way of being well again,
I follow the immigrant heart will of happiness!
I sail... my voice out.