You are always at the end of my steps when you arrive
You are not the way I want to give you
If I paint you I have to do, brush strategies
You are for the wind reins of steed
You, fury of color ... you sneak in my voice
You play as you pass ... you smile and then you leave
The sky of your kingdom is impervious
When you are alone painting my canvas
You make the hours when blue is gray
A network of subdued shadows to wear
You are shipwrecked, seducer in a mystical world
You move in the night, magical bodies
If the sun shapes the clarity and the neon has to be turned off
You make dreams, to give as gifts
You, fury of color ... you sneak in my voice
You play as you pass ... you smile and then you leave
Sometimes the day, banish your forms
Other echoes the voice of each hour
You make the image, which I could not distinguish
An indefatigable memory to pursue and is that
You are always at the end of my steps when you arrive
You move in the night magic shadows
You, fury of color ... you sneak in my voice
You play as you pass ... you smile and then you leave
Only among all we can make this a better place :)