Wild thing

Encuéntrate. Date cuenta de dónde estás. Investiga y encuéntrate.

Cuando te miras, sobrevolando a todos los que te rodean, y no te gustas, no te gusta lo que ves, y necesitas huir, huir de ti, porque no eres capaz de estar en ningún sitio y siempre te encuentras huyendo, cuando lo que te gustaría es poder quedarte, pero no puedes, porque siempre estás en los lugares a los que vas...

"You know what's wrong with you, miss... whoever-you-are, you're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "ok, life is a fact, people DO fall in love, people DO belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness". You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you are terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage, you built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go, beacuse, no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."