There was a girl with magnificent wings of swan, but to keep them still she had to suppress her lust for singing.
She sang in the river, in the sea, in the shower, everywhere everyone gave her two seconds of silence.
So when they tapped her shoulders and said "what do you have here!?", she couldn't help singing and opening her wings with their magnific width.
Oh, oh, said some. But sometimes, someone said:
" Listen! It's astaunding!"
And they felt felt transported on those wings of great range, and the quirky melody of her voice.
It had always been an issue: all her life her father and mother had said: "Could you please keep stiller and lower, darling?"
Now, it was ridiculous enought to me a middle-aged girl who could no longer be still or lower, for her life.
She started chanting and singing more and more, alone and in thre middle of the crowd.
She didn't care that much for their reaction, as much more for her freedom.
She had to sing and open her wings, ahe had to dance and do her somersaults and fly overhead.
She had to stop being so quiet.
On she went, au rhythme de la danse, and sang and opened her huge swan wings.
Until the day the found the courage to bump against thr metal heart boy!
He was much younger.
You ok? He said.
Oh, yes.... actually, now, let's drink something together, shall we?
And while sipping a gin tonic on a hot day, they discovered they had not one, but two metal hearts!
That was the music their hearts beat to.
And from theat time, they composed songs with melodies that resounded much beyond their metal hearts.
