Rumour has it...

Who's that girl
that everybody is staring at
when she walks around?

Rumour has it
That nobody likes her
that she doesn't event relate
to her relatives
That her boyfriend is condemned
to a like
of agreeing and smiling
as if everything was wonderful

People also say
That she has been successful academically
Even though nobody believes so
She wasn't worth any of this,
maybe she won it
Doing her business
as an easy pin up girl
Without reading or writing

The bad intentioned ones say
That she cheated and it didn't turn out well
That she failed and everybody laughed
Now she lives as it's honorable
But she even almost fought with the Pope
and nobody wanted
to give her even a hugh

That girl that you are watching
Is not half of what she pretends to be
She thinks she's pretty, and she's not
She thinks she's nice
and she's more likely to be bitter
She believes to be smart
But her mind can't process anymore
Not even one piece of greatness
The so called greatness
That doesn't exist, not even in her own hollow head

Dreams

I love to tell you my dreams
It lights up for me your vision of the world
I love to make projects in a Sunday afternoon
It brightens all around yourself
And it brightens me as well

We see our reality
Never be taken as a permanent state
You take your wings, I fly with you
To the world were everything is possible
Which I always wanna visit

When we dream, I know inside of us
There's a burning flame
We look at the sky
Rain or sun
There's a fire
That remains inside of us
As long as we fight
For a meaningful life

Anger

Whenever I witness injustice
In front of my face
The evil defeating the pure
Helpless people falling apart
There's no excuse to listen
Such imbecility
I just wanna believe
That I will have the will to fight against

Day after day we witness
Fool beings talking around
Followers listening
As if they were worth the time
I don't resign to be happy
In this everlasting confinement

In my imagination
Revenge and reaction coexist
I can't stand this fear
That's invading everyone
I don't share this recesion of the mind
of revolution
of true romanticism