I know I can do it better

Andar a pé é libertador.
Caminhar sozinha, com o vento e o sol do Guincho colados ao corpo, com a música que é só minha nos ouvidos. Caminhar em direcção a lado nenhum, em passo apressado mas sem pressas, sentir o coração a bater no peito e a latejar na cabeça. Sentir-me sozinha mas livre. Acompanhada mas livre. Sozinha outra vez e ainda livre. Feliz porque faz sentido, apesar de tudo, independentemente de tudo. Porque é o que tem de ser, porque é como tem de ser. MESMO.
E depois esta música. 'She's not me'. A Madonna sabe do que fala.

«I just want to be there when you discover
When you wake up next to your new lover
She might cook you breakfast and love you in the shower
The flavor of the moment, cause she don't have what's ours

She's not me
She doesn't have my name
She'll never have what I have
It won't be the same
It won't be the same

She is licking her lips
And she's batting her eyes
She's not me
She's got legs up to there
And such beautiful hair
She's not me
Oh, devoted for life
Make a beautiful wife
She's not me
If you spend some more time
I guarantee you will find
She's not me

I know I can do it better

If someone wants to pimp your style
And hang with you a little while
And make off with all the things you like
You're gonna have to watch it

She's not me
She doesn't have my name
She'll never have what I have
It won't be the same
It won't be the same

She's not me and never will be
Never will be...»