They know me as a verbal incontinence person.
Suddenly, I lost my voice.
I miss my voice.
This country is not mine.
I cannot express myself.
The words are not coming.
They don’t know the real me.
They don’t know who am I and sometimes I do not recognize myself.
America is a place said to be a dreamland,
I’m not dreaming,
I’m completely lost, I need to find my way
Where am I? My heart began to beat faster when I need to express my self.
I think now after this first six months in New York
I'm starting to find my way
I hope one day I will find my voice again and be
Confortable in this new life in this big city as I am in my lovely country Brazil.