Before you ask me to
I say that, for its English, i’m sorry
But this poesy of youth,
Told me the wind, don’t worry.
He sang me by the window
Coming softly and sweet to me.
His song, instead of sorrow in the middle,
Brought me the happiness of being.
Whispering on my ear
He takes me out flying in the air
And made the cold floor’s tear
Become a huge of a fair.
Soaring to the infinity sky
Laying on the dreaming clouds
I found, my wonderful dream, nearby
And I saw the life with no bounds.
That was my own
Floating with me and besides
Was the pleasure that I’ve found
In the existence that the world hides.
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