No pensado.

No planificado.

No calculado.

No racionalizado.

Solo sentido.

Little Wing

Jimi Hendrix

She’s walking through the clouds

with a circus mind that’s running ’round.

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

and fairy tales;

that’s all she ever thinks about.

Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me

with a thousand smiles she gives to me free.

It’s alright, she says, it’s alright.

Take anything you want from me.

Anything.

Fly on, little wing.