Eu, Maria F.

Que Platão já inventou

Foi o amor

Que só traz solidão

Mas não conhece o amor

De uma garota

Que tem o dom de deslocar assim

A lua de Netuno no ar

E quando a noite vem

E traz consigo a dor

O sol se apaga

E só um sonho a faz lembrar que

A noite sempre vai ter fim

“It’s not actually opening our door to strangers that threatens our values. But not opening our door does. We live in a society because we need each other. People need people. (…) Perhaps it’d be easier to understand each other if we focused on what we have in common rather than our differences. Looking for what we agree on instead of what we disagree on. Maybe if we believe in seeing the best in others, that’s exactly what they will show us.”