do you have your dreams or don't you dare to dream them?
there is this belief of horror that is having high expectations, and that generates frustration. instead, creativity and I make the decisions, and you: fear, will be somewhere close by. I know you won't leave, but you won't be at the wheel anymore. Nevermore.
long live and prosper to boldly go where no man has gone before. always epic and hope, the heart within me.
On a winter night, I keep thinking of you, believing, and feeling. like a soft wave under the sonorous mantle, sounding 3 times, of the siren song, that could come out of a park that crosses the military avenue.
I feel you dancing in a hall, under the astral mirror, that led us to meet for the first time, and I impressed you that Wednesday of spring. dancing together, it's a strange memory. even today I still believe you were my destiny. but you broke our contact and then, you're far away from me. and for all the wrong reasons, my feeling feels close to thinking of you and bringing you into waves of magic and water, this winter night of the 29th.
time heals everything, they say. but if only I knew how... besides crying is a rainbow of cymatics flow. I know you don't understand me: kisses and speech, laughter and lenses, are signs of the times of pardon.
I wonder under the shower, how will the honey run over your skin this coming winter. The elegy of thirteen could be green.
