Give me the stars and the moon and the flying dreams and the stories and the music and the flowers and the photographs and the food and the language and the books and the peace of mind and the lollipops and the rain and the sea water on my feet and the drinks and the toys and the winter and the mocha fraputinos and the holidays and the TV shows and the ice cream and the comic books and the sushi and the swimming pool and the flying saucers and the tequila and the childhood and the burned match smell and the strawberries and the coke and the bubble balls and the cold waterfalls and the airplane windows and the city and the dancing like no one's watching and the chatting and the singing and the sisters and the money at the end of each month and the sad songs that say so much and the Xmas nights and the naked walking around the house and the jazz and the rock'n'roll and the blues and the opera and the pop music and the Broadway musicals and the rainbows and the grandparents and the traveling and the top fives and the skirts and the colorful hats and the baby laughs and the Beatles and the doing nothing whatsoever and the clouds and the parties and the presents and the jokes and the friends and the polka dots and the games and the pajamas and the whatevers and the love and the shopping and the souvenirs and the kissing someone for the first and for the last time and the saving the planet and the dictionaries and the sex and the new clothes and the hope and the coconut water and the street fairs and the Ilhabela and the warm clothes and the cherry trees of Vancouver and the kitchen and the fishbowls and the chocolate and the shoes and the movies and the makeup and the happy ever afters...