And She Was Gone

Quem aí assistia As Told by Ginger na Nickelodeon quando era mais novo? Bom, eu definitivamente sim. Para quem não conhece a série, não sabe o que está perdendo. Ginger Foutley é uma adolescente comum, com veias de escritora, que relata seu dia-a-dia no seu diário. E é isso. Mas aí você fala, que sem graça! E eu digo, au contraire mi bon amig (ok, isso foi uma tentativa de francês. Imagina que to fazendo biquinho, talvez ajude).
Não estou conseguindo dormir, e resolvi postar o poema do episódio 40 da segunda temporada:

And She Was Gone

She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.





And now I'm gone!

Bjks!