The wind touches my face
remembering me that the time goes with it taking in its wing my days,
of this life passenger
my certezas, my concepts,
my virtues, my defects
it swims can it withhold it…
… the time if goes
but something always I will keep…
. .o Your love, that one day I found

my dreams, the wind cannot take the hope, found in Your look my dreams, the sand does not go to embed because the life I received to finding You…

… in Your arms it does not import the time alone exists the moment to dream
e the fear that is always to the door
when I am with You
It cannot enter…