It could be
that mounted the night traveled
challenging the imagination
could it be or maybe it woke up
just after a sunset
This naive song
He could do more than shadow and light,
it stayed before your eyes and you
you did not even see him float
by the center of gravity
that gives us the reason.
That's why he came here
begging for tune and color
As you see, I'll tell you
if you give him the favor ... of existing.
It could be
that one night next to you he slept
like when a flower calls us
you could not hear it and then
you woke up crying no more
That the hurry to walk
Snatching another mortal space,
another key number, another god,
Another door that makes you escape
to then again go back
to the same place.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)