Crisis Of Identity

that they conturbam themselves they disturb and me. Mine eus is not joined while one wants to be the other wants to leave, while one wants to cry the other wants to smile. Already I do not know if I am woman, girl, Lorena, Beatriz. To the times I am glad I am sad Mother, aunt, son, child, unfortunate person. One day of these I will lose myself in the labyrinths of my proper thoughts Already nor I know if eye sky and floor in the land or if eye pra Land and floor in the sky, I do not want nothing, I want everything. I am a being that boot fire in the ice and waits an Amazonian fire me. I feel the two intangible extremities imprisoned I pro do not know if floor in the sky and eye pra land or floor in the land and eye sky.

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