They know me as a verbal incontinence                 person.            

Suddenly, I lost my voice.

  I miss my voice.

  This country is not mine.

                       I cannot express myself.

     The words are not coming.

   They don’t know the real me.

     They don’t know who am I and sometimes I do               not recognize myself.

     America is a place said to be a dreamland,

                              I’m not dreaming,

  I’m lost,

            I’m completely lost, I need to find my way

Where am I? My heart began to beat faster when I need                   to express my self.   

   I think now after this first six months in New York 

I'm starting to find my way

I hope one day I will find my voice again and be

              Confortable in this new life in this big city as I am in my lovely country Brazil.