That age is already gone.
How nice it was, to wake up,
It was feeling the immense sensation
to live in something else
that in dreams go.
It was growing, knowing, doubting,
do, search, ask, give,
walk the last road
that takes you towards your own identity.
That age is already gone,
that by choosing you will find
if you dream, in front of your own image
already on a trip from which you will never return.
And today the heart suffers
I feel something more than an illusion.
That age is already gone
it's something new that is entering
it is imposed, lacerating
some corner of my emotion.
And here is that age,
that by choosing you will find
if you dream, in front of your own image
already on a trip from which you will never return.
Never.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)