*Trilha sonora do post: Little birds - The Weepies*
There are some kind of thinking that looks like birds: they are living-things, with a life of its own, messing and chatting and making noises all the time between my ears. I have so many thoughts flying around my head and they are like little yellow birds that my mind produces. They escape from my imagination and goes to the top of my hair, singing melancholic tweet-tweets.
The problem is: I don't want a few birds survive. Many of them are useless: the thought he reproduces is annoying and makes me feel fragile. My imagination can create sad scenarios, bad situations, tragedies - ouch, it's better stop here. I wish to kill all these birds, I don't want to hear their song anymore. They don't make my world a better place to live. And, mainly, they don't make me feel a good person.
Can you shoot them in the head, please? I can't stand their chirps, not even for a second more. They are singing all my faults and I am guilty of so much misery. I cover my ears, but then, they sing louder.
Still, there are other birds that makes me wonder and wander. I wonder how to build a castle (with sun and flowers and friends and an everlasting love and peace and ...). These birds encourage me, singing about hope and happiness, about how life is beautiful and possible, after all. They bring me little cute flowers in their beaks and put them over my hair.
They help me to wander above the clouds, stare a beautiful moon. They carry me to the stars, lifting me by the hair strands. It's so magical when I'm light enough to make this possible.
Those happy thoughts makes me fly like a tiny orange bird.
The world is quite amazing when I see it from up here.
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