there's a little story about an angel
wondering and dreaming for she was just a sweet and innocent child...
she had the perfect features
the perfect skin
she had perfection as her last name.
one day a great warrior came to town,
his brown skin was shining under the heavy sunlight
his lips were mumbling words of wisdom
while his high forehead seemed to get more and more tense
probably because of all the noise around.
the angel was staring that warrior for a long time
and he sensed something very special would eventually happen...
that's when all the people and all the noise and all the crazy world around them collapsed
and the warrior took the little angel on his shoulder to a very distant land...
the land of the broken dreams.
