I feel free, breathing the fresh air finally.
Running in the fields, dancing, singing.
To swim in the clouds.
Look at the sun, this so beautiful star.
To sail in space, like a satellite.
To die of laughing, in front of a joke not funny.
To look at, observe the people in the street.
To feel well, fall into the flowers.
To run after the pigeons.
To fly, like a bird.
To shout, to be made good.
To give pleasure, while spending all dough.
To have friends, who are for you.
To leave on a journey, in the most beautiful country of the world.
To be made cap.
To be able to make that you want, being large.
To leave, of day in day.
To be able to smile to keep silent head, with which you want.
To feel light, like a bird.
To make a success of your life, as you wanted, imagined it.
I do not know I am not called bird.
To be a mannequin, most beautiful.
To know to be held well, by making superb photographs.
To be perfect, but impossible.