Admiring each other’s arrival,
in the lap of old words,
becoming eclectic, shedding the skin
at the same time
If inspiration is our true fuel
we will try to make it happen,
so that the lips don’t lose the taste
Since you asked me
the chord of life,
I was able to give you
the hidden face of my soul,
Who am I?
You could tell me “you are someone”,
hiding in the open, in secret
In secret, the impulse of the chord you hide in the
open, forces me to join you,
and sheltered from the wind,
I can enter your soul,
just like the dew,
to make it shine what we let emerge
Since you asked me
the chord of life,
I was able to give you
the hidden face of my soul,
Who am I?
You could tell me “you are someone”,
hiding in the open, in secret

It will only be once in front of you,
you’ve tried to grab it with your hands,
but it doesn’t like your limits,
you’ve left with smoke in your hands,
materializing the ethereal
We meet on the road,
for this destiny,
so that the wheel doesn’t stop,
and that’s why the images of the experiences
always go inside,
coming out again in words,
However,
the passing of time has messed me (by your side),
having breakfast first and then back to sleep (by
your side),
to kill rather than to let live (by your side),
but being normal and the same as always, I know
that there is nothing I can do
The passing of time has changed my orders