Musica de Marina del Genero: Pop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Pop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Marina tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Pop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su técnica vocal,
I want my old life back
but its gone.
I've metamorphosed
into a wonky
butterfly
Wings don't work
Feet frazzled
Antemnae jagged
I creep back into
my cocoon
hoping
it's not too
late to
transform.
(Universe, let me off this one time?)
I've been wrapped
in this film
of grey
fot too long.
Every year
since birth
a new layer
has emerged.
So protective
at first, it now
feels like a
curse
Most butterflies get
free at 21,
23
I'm 37 now and
the grey layers
run deep.
Mummy-like, weigh
me down, keep me
buried underground
I've been so scared
you see, to
be free
For free I cause an
earthquake to
other insects.
For the beauty of a butterfly
is seen as a threat to those
who have never truly flown
Never felt clean wind on iridescent wings
Never taste the nectar
that summer flowers bring
So to keep them safe
I ahve kept myself
hidden
(It can't be too late?)
As my layers here thicken
my breath starts
to quicken
And panic stricken,
I sense my structure
closing in
Life watches me pass by.
This cocoon will be
a casket if I don't
start living soon
If I don't escape
this room, so
I start to
wrap my wings on
my honey-combed
tomb
A quiet promise in my
mind: "I will free
myself soon"
Eventually decay
splits
my walls
wide open
The rot has got
me angry
hot
(Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot)
Metamorphosis
awaits every being
in the end
If you don't break your
cocoon soon, life will do
it for you, friend
These days when I see
butterflies float
effortlessly by
I know exactly what it takes
to grow the wings
they need to fly
They make it look so wasy
twinkling mettalic
in the sky
But I know the pain of
changing shape, I know
the exact price
Now I can see to truly
live, parts of me
had to die
To be reborn
again, again
a better butterfly
A quiet promise in my
mind: "I will free
myself soon"
Eventually decay
splits my walls
wide open
The rot has got
me angry
hot
(Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot)