And that train that everyone calls life
stops perhaps only for a few seconds
-What do you want to find ?
maybe everything or maybe nothing
She ...
She is the north and the south
in the bloodstream,
she has no wagons
that holds grudges
The seasons
are just little breaths
a little peek of the head
behind that window
that says nothing
Come back and smile;
shakes its wings a little
finding life in its flight
And that soul retraces its steps
in that eternal journey
it knows perfectly
that the heart is open
In some carelessness
someone took the rails away...
What occurrences of life!
Now he travels without fear,
you will find
some place to rest
and perhaps in your gaze
you will find a similar soul ...