I would like to know where they are fleeing
The good hours of the day
Those hours when the pupil embraces with wonder
And discover life
I would like to know
where the enchanted birds flee
I would like to know how to draw bees
The tulle that moves away
The dreams used
I want to know if I have lost vision
If I have lost knowing
If I have lost love
I want to know if I'm blind from giant things
Of new birds
I want to know if I'm blind
If it is cold of instants
Or if it is that I can not.
I would like to know if the look can
filing the beauty
I want to know if the eyes wake up
before dawn
and they predict being
I want to know if I have lost vision
If I have lost knowing
If I have lost love
I want to know if I'm blind from giant things
Of new birds
I want to know if I'm blind
If it is cold of instants
Or if it is that I can not.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)