Fishing, new ideas, new life, new ways of seeing (me)
write and I laugh at my words, my way of explaining the world.
Yo, yo, yo, melting it rubs me the breeze, feeling the heart
part, by a ray of sunshine,
crossing the street.
And then comes the singing teacher and I say my way to get music is through sensuality. And taught me to sing Summertime from all parts of my body, not lifting his head to stop trying to achieve sounds of others, to find mine.
I finally understand I am an instrument! And I like ...
