“Bandits (…) they strike and then run, move on to the next”. Most alive.
“Rather be a whisper in heaven, than a daughter locked in your prison” — treated as an inferior in a condescending manner.
“You are airborne, you’ve got silver rays”. Affirmation.
But I worry “Will it ever float?. Will it ever soar along?”. “To achieve a sense of weightlessness”.
“Did it all for your feathered hand” — Is it “narcissistic or selfish”?
True to my emotions, tension between freedom and convention, balance, construir como se hace un trabajo de orfebrería…Will it ever float?