"Now all the days of begging
The days of theft
No more gasping for a breath
The air has filled me head to toe
And I can see the ground far below
I have this breath
And I hold it tight
And I keep it in my chest
With all my might
I pray to God this breath will last
As it pushes past my lips"

Tengo una renovada obsesión con Florence and The Machine. No se si sea porque me recuerda a Sarah, o porque es mujer y las mujeres traemos todo, o si sea porque necesitaba una voz fuerte que me recordara que la mía esta aquí adentro en algún lugar, o si nada más necesito música con arpas para sacarme de la cabeza el turbulento final de mi 2010.
I have a renewed obsession with Florence and The Machine. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Sarah, or because women rock, or because I needed a strong voice to remind me that mine is in me somewhere, or because I just needed harps to get the turbulent end of 2010 out of my head.
I have a renewed obsession with Florence and The Machine. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Sarah, or because women rock, or because I needed a strong voice to remind me that mine is in me somewhere, or because I just needed harps to get the turbulent end of 2010 out of my head.
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