Leaves forgotten in the wind of the Winter

The agitation of the marine waves drags the margins that faint, but they rejuvenate for the incessant time. It is like this the life of everyday and of all of the times.

It rained, the people took refuge, they silenced. The trees, it seems that they bought new garments intensely green. They are of the most pleasant colour than the Nature offers us. It appeased, and the people returned to the noise, to the uproar habitual, infernal, as that seeming that it is just what knows to do.

During all our life we struggled for us not to lose the moments that go by us fast. Later we see with anguish that we didn't get to recover none.

And everything to your circuit contemplates your dream

The Northeast still remembers the beauty of your landscape, and it awaits anxious that you return and again wake up him

I went there in the Northeast and I followed your footprints. He sits down your tender nostalgia, strong desire that you return, because everything is so discontinued, I think without hope. That you return with the candle of your soul and that you illuminate us.

As it is charming your silence, so discloser of the secret of the Egyptian sphinxes.

He enchants me always to wake up for the clarity diurnal and to hear the yokel opera. I get up and I meditate what remains of the green still no destroyed by the democratic real estate speculation.

We insisted on walking of the highway that drives us always to the same destiny, because we still didn't spy, we learned the construction of another road to free us.

Usually before we lie down complained that there left one more day. As if we just lived for that. It seems that we lost the courage to say: so many dreams lived on these lost days and so corrupted.

The more we moved forward in the time heading for the future, more ferocious destructors showed ourselves. I believe that it is this the one that call still civilization. I fear that are to destroy the love definitively.

We dreamed a lot that we flew, what gives us immense pleasure and freedom. But when we woke up verified frustrated that everything didn't pass of one more dream. To the we sleep again, we didn't give up the dream of flying.