É assim...

... que vejo o cheiro das primeiras chuvas em meses que me entra pela janela do quarto



Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Em “Unwritten” de Natasha Beningfield