|Solitude \\ Miramar, Capela do Senhor da Pedra (2013)|
How can someone spend her day dragging herself from hour to hour, just to realize the day has passed... it's gone, she didn't do nothing. Accomplished nothing, nothing that she can hold in her tired hands.
Because she's tired, oh so tired.
All she wants is to lay her head in the soft sand and let it all go.
Close herself in her cocoon and have some closure.
And let it all go.