Do I have loved secretly ?
the face of a man who travels along the times like myself
and we are racing on a cosmic dust so furious and brilliant that there is not time to reconcile destinies
the sky become so wide so our light become immeasurable and to a point that human eyes are disable to recognize the color of our souls
so in that path we blend with the winds of infinite peace
infinite wisdom
Do I have keep secretly my naive thought about life ?
flying across the universe looking for a home and a body that never seems to agree with its time and its demands
and there in the streets of trying its torch get weaker and weaker against storms already know and still don't know how to win
there most be a path that is not explore yet where the shapeless body can shape the world by just finding it...
Ah !
There most be a path that is calling...
Ah !
I am.
by The Shortfellow
37/04/14
