I want the little things,
simple and true,
that leave a mark when passing;
I'm going through life in front
looking at people,
I do not intend to hide anything.
I'm from a place
where the wind calms when you arrive,
where nobody is better or worse,
but the same,
it does not impotent his ideal.
I do not have age,
I do not presume to be liberal,
I do not like him talking
who can not talk,
nor that I judge chance.
Between bohemian and bourgeois,
my blood complains;
nobody wants to hear it,
and although something else is said
It's red and not pink,
what is your natural color ...
I'm from a place
where the wind calms when you arrive,
where nobody is better or worse,
but the same,
it does not impotent his ideal.
I do not have age,
I do not presume to be liberal,
I do not like him talking
who can not talk,
nor that I judge chance.
I go beyond
from the hand of my loneliness,
fellow of the wind
that will take me,
I look for a land and a sea.
From a place
where the wind calms down on arrival,
where there is no better or worse, but the same,
Your ideal does not matter.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)