The ballerinaThe ballerina was such a happy girlAnd her life was such an amazing thingHer days were all full of light and enjoymentDancing to the rhythm of her breathingEverything turned into music to her earsMaking her reenact all the feeling she could graspThe ballerina had lots of incredible friendsEach one of them outstanding and uniqueWith their own quirky ways and mannerismsSo the ballerina presented different songsEvery time she was with themTo entertain them all at all timesAnd she did it perfectlyThat was the meaning of her life on EarthTo bring happiness to people through her dancingUntil the day she woke up in the morningAnd looked at herself in the mirrorHer dress was ripped and her hair was all messed upHer skirt had the wrong color and she was fatThats when the poor ballerina realizedWhen she thought her friends were having fun with herThey were not having, they were makingAnd all the ballerina had built to herselfCrumbled with her tears of despairAs the pieces of mirror came downA new life was born to the ballerinaWhere the scars she now beard would be her trophiesTo the promise she made to her dropping bloodShe would never again need others to validate herselfHer dancing would be happening withinTo her own enjoyment and pleasureThe poor ballerina is now lost inside her madnessRunning wild through the nights of the cityNot a single friend came to her aidBut that is totally understandableAfter all, the deads cant see or do a thingNot even her lopsided smile in the dark Inerciapior que um nao simpior que um sim naopior que um nao naoviver no talvez e excrucianterespirar se torna extenuanteseguir e inutilinerciaa inercia doio continuo martirioa nao resposta que cortaa doce esperanca que passao que fica e apenas amargoro continuo amargaa alma amargadaa vida amargadaum vazio amargo que condenaconsome qualquer felicidademas nunca totalmenteeternocontinuoimutavelnao se defineapenas se mantemsem motivo aparenteapenas machucadilacera emocoesdespedaca sentimentosdore so o que sintodor Minha avo me ensinou os segredos milenares de nossa familiamagica. Nossos poderes misticos passados de geracao em geracao para apenas asmulheres em segredo. A primeira licao que ela me ensinou foi a de nao abusar deminha dadiva e somente utiliza-la para fazer o bem. A segunda licao foi quenenhum poder e totalmente incorruptivel, portanto deveria sempre manter minhaguarda levantada. E a terceira licao foi interrompida por sua morte prematura.Ao atingir a idade adulta de 13 anos, os ancioes da vila decidiram que era omomento correto para me casar. Eu nao queria, mas nao podia desobedece-los,pois era orfa e ja estava passando da idade apropriada, conforme a tradicao. Ocasamento foi arranjado para a proxima lua cheia com um homem da vila vizinhaque nunca havia conhecido. Ele proveu a vila com decoracoes e alimentos quenunca haviam imaginado existir. Todos estavam vivendo momentos de extase comtamanha abundancia. Quando o dia chegou, me entregaram o vestido que meu noivopreparou, porem, havia algo de estranho nele. Tentei fazer uma leitura, mas naohouve tempo, pois nao fiquei nenhum segundo sozinha. Durante a cerimonia, naovi meu noivo, o pesado veu cobriu minha visao todo o momento em que ele estevea meu lado.