Have you ever felt your days turned into horizons?
Silence stuck the poles, silent flags waiting to fly.
It's past the tears and the wounds of lovers...
Wishing on a time travelers song for the sailors who sailed into the jungle of romance.
What's more, waves and water over the surface or the dock and the small boat that sailed?
In the old story mentioned, a distant voyage to reinforce the soul of its language, the giant anchors in drifting to dampen the uncertainty of the waves.
Now the boats are already loaded with passengers, waiting for the harbor's passage. In your heart I tie a rope reminder, as a story with no history.
